You know what people are doing on the other side of the world, what’s happening on another planet, but not what’s going on inside the person next to you.

Olga was better, in the sun, where he could see every pore in her skin. Get closer. Feel her next to him. It was all he wanted in the world. It was the last thing in the world that he could do.

…he’d assumed their relationship would go on forever. It was going on now, but in another way, like the rearrangement of the stars, which were all still in the sky, just burning in unexpected places.

We just move on, don’t we, with traitors still amongst us? But there was one thought that wouldn’t go away. If I loved him, I would forgive him.

I wouldn't dignify it with the name immoral.

Were the stars against him? A woman's fingers are quicker in the sky and shine more brightly.

We put our flags in soil when we arrive, as if it now belongs to us and we know where we are.

The world is indeed a cold, hard stone.

The emotion was the most important thing.

There is a loveliness to life that does not fade. Even in the terrors of the night, there is a tendency toward grace that does not fail us.

Okay, well...how's that water feeling, then?' 'Excuse me?' 'The Nile warm this time of the year?

To move with the times is, of course, to go where all times go.

So many people have so much trouble having kids.

Chicago has disappointed her enemies and astonished the world

I judge people on how they smell, not how they look.

I had a whole Scottish existence until we moved to London when I was four.

The important thing when it comes to grooming, as when it comes to clothes, is you do not want anything to distract from the strength and power of your ideas,.

Played percussively, the piano is a bore. If I go to a concert and someone plays like that I have two choices: go home or go to sleep. The goal is to make the piano sing, sing, sing.

Love will not be spurred to what it loathes