Insomnia is a gross feeder. It will nourish itself on any kind of thinking, including thinking about not thinking.

There is no reader so parochial as the one who reads none but this morning's books. Books are not rolls, to be devoured only when they are hot and fresh. A good book retains its interior heat and will warm a generation yet unborn.

Science fiction is a kind of archaeology of the future.

The drinking of wine seems to me to have a moral edge over many pleasures and hobbies in that it promotes love of one's neighbor.

Wine is poetry in a bottle.

Insomnia is a gross feeder. It will nourish itself on any kind of thinking, including thinking about not thinking.

When you reread a classic, you do not see more in the book than you did before; you see more in you than there was before.