Table for Two

by Amor Towles

Like parents, authors have no business attempting to relive their glories or redeem their sins through the lives of their creations.

Never mind that the boys with the MBAs had begun building Sistine Chapels of larceny right there on Wall Street.

AMOR TOWLES! You silver penned wizard!!!!!

How can you not respect a faith that requires you to carry a compass?

This is one of the insights that comes with age—when one understands the nature of discovery but no longer has the time or energy to submit to its splendors. Thus, we are doomed to end our days in an ignorance largely of our own making.

You’re a man. He’s men.