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 Mission to Paris is like sipping a fine Chateau Margaux: Sublime!

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

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

It was so easy to disappear, so easy to deny knowledge, so very easy in the smoke and din to mask that something dark had taken root. This was Chicago, on the eve of the greatest fair in history.

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.

His weakness was his belief that evil had boundaries.