...kissing me with a violence that was terrifying and yet, somehow, the summit of all my tenderest dreams.

Well, what was luck for if it was never to be tempted?

By the time that adorable steak and I had become one flesh I could have taken on the whole Valmy clan singlehanded.

I meditated on my childhood, vague and distant before high school, where Laura still flickered only on the edge of things.

God is not interested in the seeds he put in you

... the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be.

When I see daughters with their fathers I wonder what that would be like, although not in a way that immobilises me.

Willpower isn’t just a skill. It’s a muscle, like the muscles in your arms or legs, and it gets tired as it works harder, so there’s less power left over for other things.

Being a mother has absolutely forced me. You have to write things down and have systems for all of it. And then you set up systems and you realize they don't work.

Anything that is in space has form. Space itself has form. Either you are in space, or space is in you. The soul is beyond all space. Space is in the soul, not the soul in space.

99% of fund managers demonstrate no evidence of skill whatsoever.

I don't think of myself as being tied.

Two years ago, if anyone had told me I'd be doing half the stuff I'm doing, I wouldn't have believed it.