Ideologies have no heart of their own. They're the whores and angels of our striving selves.
There will be no war, but in the pursuit of principle no stone will be left standing.
Power expands through the distribution of secrecy.
Thank heaven, though, one of the few mistakes I haven't made is to talk about the unwritten book.
There is no such thing as a secure writer: every novel is an impossible mountain.
Until we have a better relationship between private performance and the public truth, as was demonstrated with Watergate, we as the public are absolutely right to remain suspicious, contemptuous even, of the secrecy and the misinformation which is the digest of our news.