“The train passed through a series of tunnels. Because the overhead light fixtures had no bulbs in them, some people lit candles inside the tunnels, which dramatically illuminated their black, liquid eyes. There was a solemn, almost devotional cynicism to these eyes, reflecting, as though by a genetic process, all of the horrors witnessed by generation upon generation of forebears.”

“The debacle in Iraq has reinforced the realist dictum, disparaged by idealists in the 1990s, that the legacies of geography, history and culture really do set limits on what can be accomplished in any given place. But the experience in the Balkans reinforced an idealist dictum that is equally true: One should always work near the limits of what is possible rather than cynically give up on any place. In this decade idealists went too far; in the previous one, it was realists who did not go far enough.”

“There are riches enough for all of us, no matter our abilities or circumstances. It is only the inspiration that requires summoning.”

“The light at the end of the tunnel is just the light of an oncoming train.”

“In autumn velvety shawls of maroon and sienna drape hillsides that fold down upon willow-braided streams.”

“Let the pleasure of doodling led us to writing as decoration rather than to the peculiarly abstract sort of representation it inclines towards: the making of signs to look through rather than at.”

“For anything with a name(and zero had so many) surely existed......Yet how could what doesn't exist, exist?”