Marriage is like a chess match is initiated and the board expands over time until it takes up all of a life.

If the thrill of hunting were in the hunt, or even in the marksmanship, a camera would do just as well.

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn't stop each other on the street to say I love you.

His voice was handsome and broken, like a cobblestone street.

To feel alone is to be alone.

Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.

When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.

Who can be worried without the light of a memory?

Intellect is a part of a good faith. Intellect is the light, the heart is the direction.

One must indeed test the strings to this life, bounce the bow, wet the mouthpiece, prepare for the deeper music that follows.

...I fear their false urgency, their call to speed, their insistence that travel is less important than arrival...

Abraham Lincoln and Millard Fillmore had the same title. They were both presidents of the United States, but their tenure in office and their legacy could not be more different.

I once knew a man who stole a Ferris Wheel.

Human beings have a vested interest in being trustworthy.

In friendship, as in love, we are often more happy from the things we are ignorant of than from those we are acquainted with.

One of the odd things about being a writer is that you never reach a point of certainty, a point of mastery where you can say, Right. Now I understand how this is done.

In the description of night in Macbeth, the beetle and the bat detract from the general idea of darkness - inspissated gloom.