Out of date, perhaps, but who wasn't these days? Out of date, but loyal to his own time. At a certain moment, after all, every man chooses: will he go forward, will he go back? There was nothing dishounorable in not being blown about by every little modern wind. Better to have worth, to entrench, to be an oak of one's own generation.

America has entered one of its periods of historic madness, but this is the worst I can remember.

I move my lips when I read -- I'm painfully slow -- so I like really good English.

I grew up in a completely bookless household. It was my father's boast that he had never read a book from end to end.

The monsters of our childhood do not fade away, neither are they ever wholly monstrous.

Thank heaven, though, one of the few mistakes I haven't made is to talk about the unwritten book.

Home's where you go when you run out of homes.