People in America, when listening to radio, like to lean forward. People in Britain like to lean back.

I have an insane desire to shave a stroke or two off my handicap.

No myth dies harder, and none is more regularly debunked by the facts, than the one about international sports contributing to international friendship.

There is even - as with no other game - a fascinating detective literature, a wry commentary on the human comedy, implicit in the book of rules.

The South is one of those kingdoms of the mind, like India or Scotland, that are neat and understandable only to people who have never been there.

Authors are now marketed like promising movie starlets and must rattle around the nation's television stations to try to assert a salable identity different from that of the other starlets.

America is a country in which I see the most persistant idealism and the blandest of cynicism and the race is on between its vitality and its decadence.