Perfection irritates as well as it attracts, in fiction as in life.

I think Shakespeare got drunk after he finished King Lear. That he had a ball writing it.

We were not as rich as the Rockefellers or Mellons, but we were rich enough to know how rich they were.

Frederick Buechner can find grace and redemption even in the shoddiest, phoniest aspects of a cultural wasteland. One reads Lion Country...with hope and delight.

Buechner is a worthy member of the great prose stylists: Pascal, Newman, and Merton, who have harnessed their art to a passionate religious faith.

Perfection irritates as well as it attracts, in fiction as in life.

A man can spend his whole existence never learning the simple lesson that he has only one life and that if he fails to do what he wants with it, nobody else really cares.