There is nothing like a man for bringing out the animal in an animal.

Slum kids die slowly, their lives eroded at so languid a pace that even they would have trouble tracing the disintegration. To the children of war death explodes like a car bomb.

Every writing teacher gives the subliminal message, every time they teach: 'Your life counts for something.' In no other subject that I know of is that message given.

Remote control. Ingenious contradiction of terms. Fits like a handshake. Aims like a gun.

Children love to be alone because alone is where they know themselves, and where they dream.

There is nothing like a man for bringing out the animal in an animal.

My guess [is] . . . that the great majority of Americans are saying they favor gun control when they really mean gun banishment. . . . I think the country has long been ready to restrict the use of guns, except for hunting rifles and shotguns, and now I think we're prepared to get rid of the damned things entirely - the handguns, the semis and the automatics.