Very few writers of distinction in fact were outstanding as undergraduates.

Whoever's reading this, if anyone is reading it: does it matter that our old selves are lost to us as surely as the past is lost, or is it enough to know yes we lived then, and we are living now, and the connection must be there? Like a river hundreds of miles long exists both at its source and at its mouth, simultaneously?

For politics is in its essence as Adams had said, the 'systematic organization of hatred': either you were organized or you were not.

Evil isn't a cosmological riddle, only just selfish human behavior.

This was before voice mail, recorded phone messages you can't escape. Life was easier then. You just didn't pick up the phone.

while there are 'women writers' there are not, and have never been, 'men writers.' This is an empty category, a class without specimens; for the noun 'writer' - the very verb 'writing' - always implies masculinity.

I am more or less reading all the time.