There was a time when I could vote for economic justice, and I can't anymore.

One thing in the Middlewest: If you're in my business you're aware of the low opinion both coasts have of the midlands. And that is quite mistaken. New York would be a Kokomo if it weren't for Middlewesterners coming there.

The Contessa was surely way ahead of her time, too, in believing that men were not only usless and idiotic, but downright dangerous. That idea wouldn't catch on big in her native country until the last three years of the Vietnam War.

All was forgiven. All living things were brothers, and all dead things were even more so.

I am beguiled by your physical beauty, and I am moved by how head-over-heels in love with books you are. And nowhere else have I found such thoughtful and literate reportage on the state of the American soul, as that soul makes itself known in the books we write.

It's all like an ocean!" cried Dostoevski. I say it's all like cellophane.

Before you kill somebody, make absolutely sure he isn't well connected. So it goes.