The brain is a muscle of busy hills, the struggle of unthought things with things eternally thought.

As soon as I moved to Princeton in 1978, I became fascinated by local history, much of it Revolutionary War-era; and I became fascinated by the presidency of Woodrow Wilson at Princeton University.

Why is humanism not the preeminent belief of humankind?

The appeal of writing is primarily the investigation of mystery.

Life and people are complex. A writer as an artist doesn't have the personality of a politician. We don't see the world that simply.

One writes to memorialize, and to bring to life again that which has been lost.

I am more or less reading all the time.