The highest possible form of treason is to say that Americans aren’t loved wherever they go, whatever they do.

There were lots of things to stop and see-and then it was time to go, always time to go.

Terry Kitchen asked me one time why, since I had so few gifts as a husband and father, I had gotten married. And I heard myself say: "That's the way the post-war movie goes.

[I write] intuitively, reflexively, as if skiing down a steep mountain slope with no time to think.

This had been going on at Shortridge since 1906. My parents had also worked on the Shortridge Daily Echo. The way it came into being was that when they built Shortridge High School, they had a vocational department and they had a print shop.

Each one of us has to be what he or she is.

I myself feel that our country, for whose Constitution I fought in a just war, might as well have been invaded by Martians and body snatchers. Sometimes I wish it had been. What has happened, though, is that it has been taken over by means of the sleaziest, low-comedy, Keystone Cops-style coup d'etat imaginable.