I started reading the big histories and the small histories, the memoirs and so forth. At some point, I found the diary of William E. Dodd.

No one cared what St. Louis thought, although the city got a wink for pluck.

I thought I'd go to a bookstore and see what moved me.

Time lost can never be recovered...and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere.

I must confess a shameful secret: I love Chicago best in the cold.

I was never concretely aware of the extent of anti-Semitism in the United States and in the upper levels of the State Department.

Reading is such a personal thing to me. I'd much rather give someone a gift certificate to a bookstore, and let that person choose his or her own books.