Life is already too short to waste on speed.

A man is not aware of his virtues (if any). Nevertheless, one hopes that they exist.

In writing, fidelity to fact leads eventually to the poetry of truth.

The Latino military fare badly when they stumble into war with the gringos. But in the torture, murder, and massacre of their own people, they have always performed with brilliance and elan.

There are only two kinds of books -- good books and the others. The good are winnowed from the bad through the democracy of time.

The result of this bestial lust is an indiscriminate and promiscuous splaying of all of my energies- wanting all, I accomplish nothing; desiring everything, I satisfy nothing and am satisfied by nothing.

God bless America. Let's try to save some of it.