My father has always been the heart of my Penn Cage novels.

Her touch was as knowing and confident as her eyes, and as she focused all her attention upon me, I remembered that there is nothing so thrilling as a woman of words when she decides that the time for words is past.

Sooner or later. It had better be sooner. Later is like the horizon; it recedes as you approach.

Any person who wants to govern the world is by definition the wrong person to do it.

If a man lived long enough, his past would always overtake him, no matter how fast he ran or how morally he tried to live subsequently. And how men dealt with that law ultimately revealed their true natures.

Man is the universe becoming conscious of itself.

Experiences are like hoarded gold. Whenever I dole out a piece of my private suffering, that is when I get letters from all over the world.