Great murderers, like great men in other walks of activity, have blue eyes.

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.

Beneath the gore and smoke and loam, this book is about the evanescence of life, and why some men choose to fill their brief allotment of time engaging the impossible, others in the manufacture of sorrow. In the end it is a story of the ineluctable conflict between good and evil, daylight and darkness, the White City and the Black.

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

There's something so relentless and foul about Hitler and his people, and the way things progressed from year to year. It just got to me in the strangest way.

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

Great murderers, like great men in other walks of activity, have blue eyes.