Only the foolish, blinded by language's conventions, think of fire as red or gold. Fire is blue at it's melancholy rim, green in it's envious heart. It may burn white, or even, in it's greatest rages, black.

I've never had very high regard for therapists. I owe my health, my mental survival, to my friends and loved ones.

I learned: the first lesson of my life: nobody can face the world with his eyes open all the time.

It's Kennedy's war, Vietnam. Lyndon Johnson got all the flak, but it's Kennedy's war.

Children like being a little scared, but they don't want to be disturbed.

Bin Laden was born filthy rich and died in a rich man's house, which he had painstakingly built to the highest specifications.

When you write, you write out of your best self. Everything else drops away.