His weakness was his belief that evil had boundaries.

. . . why some men choose to fill their brief allotment of time engaging the impossible, others in the manufacture of sorrow.

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

Chicago has disappointed her enemies and astonished the world

Beneath the stars the lake lay dark and sombre," Stead wrote, "but on its shores gleamed and glowed in golden radiance the ivory city, beautiful as a poet's dream, silent as a city of the dead.

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.

The intermittent depression that had shadowed him throughout his adult life was about to envelop him once again.