Crime fiction confirms our belief, despite some evidence to the contrary, that we live in a rational, comprehensible, and moral universe.

Wars may be fought by decent men, but they're not won by them.

Ambition, if it were to be savored, let alone achieved, had to be rooted in possibility.

A nation that can't remember its dead will soon cease to be worth dying for.

Early this morning, 1 January 2021, three minutes after midnight, the last human being to be born on earth was killed in a pub brawl in a suburb of Buenos Aires, aged twenty-five years, two months and twelve days.

I don't want anyone to look to me, not for protection, not for happiness, not for love, not for anything.

[My father and his friends] believed in equality for women without troubling to acquire the basic domestic skills which would have made that equality possible.