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

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.

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

Only little boys and old men sneer at love.

A neurotic can perfectly well be a literary genius, but his greatest danger is always that he will not recognize when he is dull.

The only thing that keeps a man going is energy. And what is energy but liking life?

Keep doing good deeds long enough, and you'll probably turn out a good man in spite of yourself.