Survival...is An Infinite Capacity For Suspicion.

There Are Some Subjects That Can Only Be Tackled In Fiction.

I'm Really A Library Man, Or Second-hand Book Man.

My Definition Of A Decent Society Is One That First Of All Takes Care Of Its Losers, And Protects Its Weak. What I See In My Country, Progressively Over These Years, Is That The Rich Have Got Richer, The Poor Have Got Poorer. The Rich Have Become Indifferent Through A Philosophy Of Greed, And The Poorer Have Become Hopeless Because They're Not Properly Cared For. That's Actually Something That Is Happening In Many Western Societies. Your Own, I Am Told, Is Not Free From It.

To Possess Another Language, Charlemagne Tells Us, Is To Possess Another Soul. German Is Such A Language. Once You Have It In Your Head, You Can Go There Anytime, You Can Close The Door, You Have A Refuge.

Out Of Date, Perhaps, But Who Wasn't These Days? Out Of Date, But Loyal To His Own Time. At A Certain Moment, After All, Every Man Chooses: Will He Go Forward, Will He Go Back? There Was Nothing Dishounorable In Not Being Blown About By Every Little Modern Wind. Better To Have Worth, To Entrench, To Be An Oak Of One's Own Generation.