Live through it," Call said. "That's all we can do.

Certainly on the vast windy plain, there was plenty of nothing to be looked at.

Americans' lack of passion for history is well known. History may not quite be bunk, as Henry Ford suggested, but there's no denying that, as a people, we sustain a passionate concentration on the present and the future.

If I had a mind to rent pigs, I'd be mighty upset. A man that likes to rent pigs won't be stopped.

I remember that the single most vicious letter I ever read was the letter Hemingway wrote Scribners when they asked him to give a blurb for From Here to Eternity. It's there, in the Selected Letters for all to read, an example of a once great writer at his very worst. I doubt that he ever forgave Scribners for publishing James Jones in the first place. War, as Hemingway saw it, belonged to him.

A bookman’s love of books is a love of books, not merely of the information in them.

Uva uvum vivendo varia fit