In truth, the crossing from nature to culture and vice versa has always stood wide open. It leads across an easily accessible bridge: the practising life. People have committed themselves to its const...

I knew another women who lost as much as you. And do you know what she did with it-the loss?' He could barely stop the words from pouring out, could barely think over the roaring in this head. 'She hu...

Alcohol and drugs are not the problems; they are what people are using to help themselves cope with the problems. Those problems always have both physical and psychological components- anything from a...

Some secrets beg to be betrayed. The secret of undeclared love is like that.

We are born, we live, we disappear. One of the chilling aspects of history is the swiftness with which it carries us into oblivion.

It's interesting, isn't it? . . . the chandelier . . . it reminds me of mushroom soup.

Shake a bridle over a Yorkshireman's grave and he'll rise and steal a horse.

To think too long about doing a thing often becomes its undoing.

You can alter mood by running.

A mathematician makes plans to travel backwards in time through a wormhole to a parallel universe when he can't even make it to Mars with the fastest rocket on hand today.

I am a descendent of a whole bunch of Black folk who couldn't be broken.

The gospel that has been preached in our churches has not been fair to the African continent. It has left us in a beggarly state, waiting on God for things we could produce by and for ourselves.

A Lie is something like the truth, but the truth is not like a Lie.

Chemistry has the same quickening and suggestive influence upon the algebraist as a visit to the Royal Academy, or the old masters may be supposed to have on a Browning or a Tennyson. Indeed it seems...

Don't let the muggles get you down.

People will walk in and walk out of your life, but the one whose footstep made a long lasting impression is the one you should never allow to walk out.

Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.

We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.

Holes are interesting. there are books about holes.

Twelve dead? I said. Jesus.