I'm wild again, beguiled again, a whimpering, simpering child again. Bewitched, bothered, bewildered am I.

How embarrassing to be human.

We were German-Americans in a British colony, so we were outsiders.

Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.

Pay no attention to Caesar. Caesar doesn't have the slightest idea what's really going on.

And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.

What can any one person do?' he said. 'Each person does a little something,' I said, 'and there you are.