Never in his life had occasion to ask himself, "Why are things the way they are?" Why should he bother, when the way they were was always perfect? Why are things the way they are? The question to which there is no answer, and up till then he was so blessed he didn't even know the question existed.

You can no more make someone tell the truth than you can force someone to love you.

Fear presides over these memories, a perpetual fear.Of course no childhood is without its terrors, yet I wonder if I would have been a less frightened boy if Lindbergh hadn't been president or if I hadn't been the offspring of Jews.

I work just as much as I always worked. And I can't explain the fact that there have been a series of books coming rather regularly out of me. I work most days and if you work most days and you get at least a page done a day, then at the end of the year you have 365. So the pages accumulate and then I publish the books.

The best readers come to fiction to be free of ... all that isn't fiction.

Oh, to be a center fielder, a center fielder- and nothing more

Actually we did not have the feelings we said we had until we spoke them--at least I didn't; to phrase them was to invent them and own them.