I love you not for the person you are, but for your possibilities.

I love you not for the person you are, but for your possibilities.

These stories seem at times to be stories of a long-lost world when the city of New York was still filled with a river light, when you heard the Benny Goodman quartets from a radio in the corner stationery store, and when almost everybody wore a hat.

That's the way I remember them, heading for an exit.

For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain and the noise of battle. It has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty.

The novel remains for me one of the few forms where we can record man's complexity and the strength and decency of his longings.

Never eat a heavily sugared doughnut before you go on TV.