Baseball and cricket are beautiful and highly stylized medieval war substitutes, chess made flesh, a mixture of proud chivalry and base - in both senses - greed

Far from all resort of mirth, / Save the cricket on the hearth!

I don't think the English like me. I sold a colossal best seller in America, and they never really forgave me.

Death is not in the nature of things; it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.

She smiled at him as they waited for their dessert, her chin poised on her clasped hands.
'You're being very silent.'
'That's how men cry.

- Вот она, истина. Не в серпе и молоте. Не в звездах и полосах. Не в распятии. Не в солнце. Не в золоте. Не в инь и ян. В улыбке.