That was the lure of wealth, he’d discovered: a throaty whisper in your ear that you were special, that it was all – this wine, this woman, this world – for you. That it in...

Trying to analyze a situation without enough data was like looking at a photograph of a ball in flight and trying to gauge its direction. Is it going up, down, sideways? Is it about to...

He never realized how noisy American silence was until all the gadgets died.