There is such a thing as a national conscience, and it can be touched.

I used to think that driving, sleepless, ambitious labor was what you needed to succeed.

I wasn't a very discriminating reader. I read just about everything that came along.

It's best to leap into something you know you love. You might change your mind later, but that is the privilege of youth.

Thanks to the Interstate Highway System, it is now possible to travel across the country from coast to coast without seeing anything.

What is it that binds us to this place as to no other? It is not the well, or the bell, or the stone walls, or the crisp October nights or the memory of dogwoods blooming. Our loyalty is not only to William Richardson Davie though we are proud of what he did 200 years ago today. Nor even to Dean Smith, though we are proud of what he did last March. No, our love for this place is based on the fact that it is as it was meant to be, the University of the people.

That was the overwhelming thing to me, the joy of carrying my portable typewriter to an event and trying to describe it.