Our sins describe us, and our prohibitions describe our sins.

Nobody does anything for one reason.

Loyalty is weird, it kicks in when you dont expect it and the people who deserve loyalty least seem to get it the most.

The 60s passed and faded and I grew older, and in 1987 bought a house in upstate New York, and it turned out that John Brown was buried down the road from my house and that he had lived there longer than anywhere else and his house was still standing.

It's hard to know more about a person's life than what that person wants you to know.

We are not buried in history, but surrounded by it. You can't avoid our behavior being shaped by it, to a considerable degree. We have this fantasy that we are free of history. This allows us not to see the circumstances, the historical circumstances of other people.

Boys like it when you talk to them as if they were grown men—at least he always did when he was a kid—because they pretend that’s what they are anyhow, grown-up men, and they do it for their entire lives.