Most new books drop immediately into the oblivion they so richly deserve.

Why I oppose the nuclear-arms race: I prefer the human race.

One single act of defiance against power, against the State that seems omnipotent but is not, transforms and transfigures the human personality. At least for a time. For a while. Perhaps that is enough.

Every moment is precious. And precarious.

The distrust of wit is the beginning of tyranny.

Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world.

Wilderness begins in the human mind.