Somewhere in the depths of solitude, beyond wilderness and freedom, lay the trap of madness.

I've never yet read a review of one of my own books that I couldn't have written much better myself.

Our contemporary Tories prefer the term 'ordered liberty' to 'freedom'. The word 'freedom' scares them; it has too much of a paleolithic ring to it.

I suppose each of us has his own fantasy of how he wants to die. I would like to go out in a blaze of glory, myself, or maybe simply disappear someday, far out in the heart of the wilderness I love, all by myself, alone with the Universe and whatever God may happen to be looking on. Disappear - and never return. That's my fantasy.

We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope.

Opera: I like it, except for all those howling sopranos and caterwauling tenors. (Why can't tenors sing like men?)

In the dog-eat-dog economy, the Doberman is boss.