A good sacrifice is one that is not necessarily sound but leaves your opponent dazed and confused.

Modern Chess is too much concerned with things like Pawn structure. Forget it, Checkmate ends the game

If your opponent offers you a draw, try to work out why he thinks he's worse off

I am acutely conscious, from vast experience in opens, that guys around, say 2100 or more can definitely play chess and that one often has to work very hard to beat them.

If chess is a vast jungle, computers are the chainsaws in a giant environmentally insensitive logging company.

Chess is ruthless: you've got to be prepared to kill people.

I play way too much blitz chess. It rots the brain just as surely as alcohol.

Unlike my esteemed colleague Garry Kasparov, I don't restrict the strength of opposition to Elo <2000, as fly-swatting makes poor spectator sport. (on simultaneous exhibitions)

I know that with perfect play, God versus God, Fritz versus Fritz, chess is a draw.

Surely, serious problems can't be solved just by talking about them.

Of course I'm not a racist, but I'm certainly right wing, there's no question about that.

Did you hear something, Nora?” Vee asked. “I thought I heard something.” “You definitely heard something,” I agreed. “Could that be … a dog fart I heard?” Vee asked me.

I'm fortunate that the books sell, but even more fortunate to live in Chatham, to be very happily married and to have, on the whole, a fairly clear conscience.

However long the moon disappears, someday it must shine again.

The whole romanticized sad clown thing, we have to get rid of that. That has to go. That's just getting sick people to voluntarily stay sicker and sadder than they have to be.

There are actually people who go out and re-fight these battles. You know what I say? Use real ammunition! You just might raise the intelligence level of the American gene pool!

Aesthetically, I don't really like the blond, tan thing. I am pale. So I may as well embrace the pale. Long, blond hair and a bad spray tan is the stuff of my nightmares.

As sins proceed they ever multiply, and like figures in arithmetic, the last stands for more than all that wert before it.

I love young men, lots of them, your ancient masculine double standard.

I love to evoke the bones and meat and thoughts of characters.