She was kind of girl who'd eat all your cashews and leave you with nothing but peanuts and filberts.

He (The Agent) just takes ten per cent of your life.

If you're not tough it's hard to survive in this world; and if you're not kind then you don't deserve to survive.

I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble.

The flood of print has turned reading into a process of gulping rather than savoring.

If I wasn't hard, I wouldn't be alive. If I couldn't ever be gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be alive.

I merely say that all reading for pleasure is escape, whether it be Greek, mathematics, astronomy, Benedetto Croce, or The Diary of the Forgotten Man. To say otherwise is to be an intellectual snob, and a juvenile at the art of living.