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.

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

Being an adult means accepting those situations where no action is possible.

If you would be thrilled by watching the galloping advance of a major glacier, you'd be ecstatic watching changes in publishing.

A nonreader is somebody standing there in a blindfold.

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

Friendships, like marriages, are dependent on avoiding the unforgivable.