There is one expanding horror in American life. It is that our long odyssey toward liberty, democracy and freedom-for-all may be achieved in such a way that utopia remains forever closed, and we live in freedom and hell, debased of style, not individual from one another, void of courage, our fear rationalized away.

I guess all that's left is to love the fire.

Along with all else, Sandman is a comic strip for intellectuals, and I say it's about time.

I don't trust a man who uses the word evil eighteen times in ten minutes. If you're half evil, nothing soothes you more than to think the person you are opposed to is totally evil.

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.

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

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.