You can’t ski without a little bit of faith – faith that somehow you can survive flying at the speed of a car with the benefit of a few sticks.

I remember that the knight was your favourite, “because it looks happy”, and your first move would always be to set it free.

My brother Mike arrived unannounced, which was the least surprising part of the evening.

“Don’t fuck with the Don,” Walter stopped me outside the restaurant, adding to the list of things I wasn’t supposed to do with the Don.

“Laura, your time isn’t good enough”

“Only watch where you’re going, Hughie”

I don’t think the Great Crested Stork is all it’s hyped up to be, no offense.

Retirement had the taste of bitter freedom, like the end of a long train ride that delivers us into a dreary night, each of us unfamiliar with our own legs.

Standing in the rain was its own vintage of surrender, and I let my skin become intoxicated with it.

“I think he’s dead” said Henry.

I truly believed that the most colourful place in all of Antarctica was my kitchen.