Bad books always lie. They lie most of all about the human condition.

Bourbon does for me what the piece of cake did for Proust.

You live in a deranged age, more deranged than usual because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.

Where there is chance of gain, there is also chance of loss. Whenever one courts great happiness, one also risks malaise.

To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.

In this world goodness is destined to be defeated. But a man must go down fighting. That is the victory. To do anything less is to be less than a man.

We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their face away.

I like to eat crawfish and drink beer. That's despair?

In a word, the consumer of mass culture is lonely, not only lonely, but spiritually impoverished.

Fiction doesn’t tell us something we don’t know, it tells us something we know but don’t know that we know.

Lucky is the man who does not secretly believe that every possibility is open to him.

We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation.

We haven't been happy with the way the war has been handled. The president has changed his reasons for being over there every time a reason is proven false or an objective reached.

Motherhood has relaxed me in many ways. You learn to deal with crisis. I've become a juggler, I suppose. It's all a big circus, and nobody who knows me believes I can manage, but sometimes I do.

Dwelling in the past prevents doing something in the present.

What was your greatest challenge? Staying alive as a business, staying ahead of the game, and melding my business life with my personal life.

Education is the only solution. Education first.

I said with perfect honest, "I have no intention of trying to take these suckers out by myself, no.

We have an interest in combating tactics in war that are abhorrent and that only fuel terrorism because they incite people on the ground.

History is fractal. The closer you look, the more complicated, yet always repeating patterns.

There is only one thing about which I am certain, and this is that there is very little about which one can be certain