I have a sort of . . . thing, I suppose, for certain words. They spark inside me, somehow, turning me to touchpaper, but I don't know what they are until someone says them.

I thought of Marius. Wild, wonderful, Byronic-fantasy Marius, who had somehow found something he wanted in the everyday quietness of me. Until he hadn't.

In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for.

His attention. Sweet and intense at the same time. Like a barley sugar I could untwist from its plastic and hold in my mouth. A flood of secret pleasure.

This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I'm supposed to just walk through them.

I'm not trying to upset you. I just think it's about time you move

Thank you, " I said bravely, dropping the syllables cleanly, like marbles, and secretly full of the most pathetic pride imaginable. I had spoken to strangers.

Without books, the world will be void.

I want to make wines that harmonize with food - wines that almost hug your tongue with gentleness.

There are two sources of error: Either you lack sufficient data, or you fail to take advantage of the data that you have.

Nobody said it was a beautiful world with no scars.

Where in the wide history of the world do we find art created by the excessively wealthy, powerful, or educated?

..,No love cannot leave where there is no trust..,~cupid and psyche..,"Greek mythology of Edith Hamilton

I used to get nervous about three weeks before a gig... now I've managed to condense it down to a manageable ten minutes.

Where riches hold the dominion of the heart, God has lost His authority.

There is nothing better than the encouragement of a good old friend.

The evils of war are great in their endurance, and have a long reckoning for ages to come.