It's no good telling somebody they're trying too hard. It's very much like ordering a child to go stand in a corner for a half hour and never once think about elephants.

This was not some pretty little girl, coyly flirtatious, delicately stimulated. This was the mature female of the species, vivid, handsome and strong demanding that all the life within her be matched. Her instinct would detect any hedging, any dishonesty, any less than complete response to her - and then she would be gone for good.

A nonreader is somebody standing there in a blindfold.

All thinking is done with the glands. Logic is added later to tidy things up.

The only thing in the world worth a damn is the strange, touching, pathetic, awesome nobility of the individual human spirit.

The only thing that prisons demonstrably cure is heterosexuality.

Way over half the murders committed in this country are by close friends or relatives of the deceased. A gun makes a loud and satisfying noise in a moment of passion and requires no agility and very little strength. How many murders wouldn't happen, if they all had to use hammers and knives?