It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.

This (Vietnam) was a land of rebellious barons. It was like Europe in the Middle Ages. But what were the Americans doing here? Columbus had not yet discovered their country.

We forget very easily what gives us pain.

Success is more dangerous than failure, the ripples break over a wider coastline.

No building was safe from the furniture, the pictures, the human beings that it would presently contain.

And there, in that phrase, the bitterness leaks again out of my pen. What a dull lifeless quality this bitterness is. If I could I would write with love, but if I could write with love I would be another man; I would never have lost love.

It is a great danger for everyone when what is shocking changes.