Even places you know well can take on a touch of the unknown when you arrive there from a different direction.

There are more hidden spaces in a city, more hidden lives and hidden emptinesses, and more darkened windows where shadow people pass fleetingly in and out of sight.

But if home suddenly becomes not like home, what then?

Places, like people, are complex, and loving them isn't simple.

Cities have the capability to at any moment shift out of the familiar, even if you've lived in one all your life.

You have to look at a thing long enough for it to really show itself to you...

What is more terrifying-- the things we imagine or the things that are real?

Live the life of maximum impact.

I don't think anyone can walk through the world in a state of vulnerability all the time, can they?

It does not spoil your happiness to confess your sin. The unhappiness is in not making the confession.

Oh, 'twould be marvelous if the world and its moral questions were like some game board, with plain black players and white, and fixed rules, and nary a shade of grey.

Ethics seems a morass which we have to cross, but get hopelessly bogged in when we make the attempt.

You can't have been here long, you haven't got a pot belly.

No one can will the will to will what it will not will!

I feel that I've had enough theoretical speculation to last me a lifetime.

What's bad for the country is always good for The Nation.