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.

Leaves hung in the stillness like hands of the newly dead.

I pride myself on having a journalistic remove.

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

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

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

I'm very perverse. If someone tells me I have to read a book, I'm instantly disinclined to do so.