America has an almost obscene infatuation with itself. Has there ever been a big, powerful country that is as patriotic as America? And patriotic in the tinniest way, with so much flag waving? You'd really think we were some poor little republic, and that if one person lost his religion for one hour, the whole thing would crumble. America is the real religion in this country.

We are all so guilty at the way we have allowed the world around us to become more ugly and tasteless every year that we surrender to terror and steep ourselves in it.

Cancer is the growth of madness denied.

MIke Lee writes with honesty, penetration, wit and the ability to surprise the reader with an unexpected turn from time to time that enriches the experience.

There is a no man's land between sex and love, and it alters in the night.

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

People move forward into the future out of the way they comprehend the past. When we don't understand something in our past, we are therefore crippled.