The past, like a mirror, is best gazed into from a middle distance; you can see nothing close up or far away.
No book has ever been too short.
When a woman tells a man she’s married, she means she doesn’t want to sleep with him; when a man tells a woman he’s married, he means he’s heterosexual.
One idea suffices — for a book, for an essay, for an aphorism.
We praise in others what we wish to have noticed in ourselves.
The likable never know whether they are liked for themselves or for their likability.
The worst hangover is the morning after you finish a bad book.
Efficient search is serendipity’s implacable enemy.
What passes for sanity is only people’s fortunate refusal to take their own ideas seriously.
A man will sooner confess a great crime than a small error.