The President's decisions make the weather, and if he is great enough, change the climate, too.

I happen to think that American politics is one of the noblest arts of mankind; and I cannot do anything else but write about it.

If you go back through 2000 years, I guess luck, Marx, and God have made history, the three of them together.

The power of the press in America is a primordial one. It sets the agenda of public discussion; and this sweeping political power is unrestrained by any law. It deter- mines what people will talk and think about-an authority that in other nations is reserved for tyrants, priests, parties and mandarins.

The President's decisions make the weather, and if he is great enough, change the climate, too.

I, alas, must present myself somewhat ignominiously as a chef in a busy kitchen. Somewhere a novel is bubbling on a back burner, an old attempt at history may come out of the freezer.

The American dream is not over. America is an adventure.