If, as some say, evil lies in the hearts and not the institutions of men, then there's hardly a distinction worth making between, say, Hitler's Germany and Rebecca's Sunnybrook Farm.

The critics say that Shostakovich's Fourth Symphony has no form. They are wrong; it has the form of Shostakovich's Fourth Symphony.

Literary critics, like a herd of cows or a school of fish, always face in the same direction, obeying that love for unity that every critic requires.

If there's anything I hate, it's the vibraphone. And the cha-cha-cha. And Latin rhythms generally.

The ideal kitchen-sink novel: Throw in everything but the kitchen sink. Then add the kitchen sink.

Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit.

The domination of nature leads to the domination of human nature.