I did like Robert Vavra's book not only for its so very good photographs but for the text as well. He's no ordinary fellow, obviously.

Each day a few more lies eat into the seed with which we are born, little institutional lies from the print of newspapers, the shock waves of television, and the sentimental cheats of the movie screen.

I do believe that America's deepest political sickness is that it is a self-righteous nation.

Amateurs... venture into scenes that a writer with more experience (and more professional concern) would bypass or eschew altogether.

Cancer is the growth of madness denied.

Growth, in some curious way, I suspect, depends on being always in motion just a little bit, one way or another.

The horror of the Twentieth Century was the size of each new event, and the paucity of its reverberation.