You can’t answer what I said, so you’re going to talk about my saying it.

When you really know somebody you can’t hate them. Or maybe it’s just that you can’t really know them until you stop hating them.

Intellectual understanding does not always bring visceral belief.

It's the problem with age. You have all these rusty arguments, and no quarrel to use them in. My brain is a museum, but alas, I'm the only visitor, and even I am not terribly interested in the displays.

None of us could be happy for long, doing nothing.

Life is full of grief, to exactly the degree we allow ourselves to love other people.

America's intellectual community has never been very bright. Or honest. They're all sheep, following whatever the intellectual fashion of the decade happens to be. Demanding that everyone follow their dicta in lockstep. Everyone has to be open-minded and tolerant of the things they believe, but God forbid they should ever concede, even for a moment, that someone who disagrees with them might have some fingerhold of truth.