Tartakower once wrote that after planting a Knight in the center you can go to sleep. This is not to be taken literally, of course, but it contains more than a germ of truth.

The only good Rook is a working Rook!

Young players calculate everything, a requirement of their relative inexperience.

It often happens that a player is so fond of his advantageous position that he is reluctant to transpose to a winning endgame.

No matter how much theory progresses, how radically styles change, chess play is inconceivable without tactics.

Chess sharpens the mind, stimulates concentration, improves the memory and promotes visualization.

My style is somewhere between that of Tal and Petrosian

Good players develop a tactical instinct, a sense of what is possible or likely and what is not worth calculating.

What is a weak pawn? A pawn that is exposed to attack and also difficult to defend is a weak pawn. There are several varieties: isolated, doubled, too advanced, retarded.

I don't really believe anything I say. Because the nature of my work concerns the spaces between the words, rather than the words themselves.

My sister having so much to do, was going to church vicariously, that is to say, Joe and I were going.

I'm actually one of those people who get up energetic in the morning.

It's a petty thing, but I wouldn't join the Scouts when I was a kid, 'cause you had to swear allegiance to the queen. I'm just not a royalist. I think it's idiotic, a hereditary principle.

I think we need to start thinking about grounding our moral systems in our biology.

You gotta be able to explain things to yourself when the lights go off and you get in the bed. You gotta deal with you at the end of the day.

Words can hurt you. In the larger world, it frames how people think about you, and it can hurt you in lots of little, subtle ways.

In our society, it's been the men who've handled most of the finances, and the women who've stood by and watched men botch things up.

The ones we choose to love become our anchorwhen the hawser of the blood-tie's hacked, or frays.

O shame, where is thy blush?