This is so American, man: either make something your God and cosmos and then worship it, or else kill it.

Nuclear weapons and TV have simply intensified the consequences of our tendencies, upped the stakes.

It's probably hard to feel any sort of Romantic spiritual connection to nature when you have to make your living from it.

Real leaders are people who “help us overcome the limitations of our own individual laziness and selfishness and weakness and fear and get us to do better, harder things than we can get ourselves to do on our own.

It's weird to feel like you miss someone you're not even sure you know.

I tend to think of fiction as being mainly about characters and human beings and inner experience, whereas essays can be much more expository and didactic and more about subjects or ideas.

Does somebody have an explanation why there's human flesh on the hall window upstairs?