Whenever I see a photograph of some sportsman grinning over his kill, I am always impressed by the striking moral and esthetic superiority of the dead animal to the live one.

Terrorism: deadly violence against humans and other living things, usually conducted by government against its own people.

Jesus don't walk on water no more; his feet leak.

Every writer has his favorite coterie of enemies: Mine is the East Coast literati -- those prep school playmates and their Ivy League colleagues.

The best people, like the best wines, come from the hills.

One can imagine a sane, healthy, cheerful human society based on no more than the principles of common sense, as validated each day by work, play, and living experience. But this remains the most utopian and fantastic of ideals.

War? The one war I'd be happy to join is the war against officers.