There are other places, surely, for other people, but for me there is one place, Ann 
Arbor, for there it was I discovered what lifes bright possibilities were.

Amid chaos of images, we value coherence. We believe in the printed word. And we believe in clarity. And we believe in immaculate syntax. And in the beauty of the English language.

Falling short of perfection is a process that just never stops.

We have a policy at The New Yorker, .. That is, if someone doesn't want to be profiled, we drop it. I would like you to show me the same courtesy.

The New Yorker has devoted itself for 59 years not only to facts and literal accuracy but to truth. And truth begins, journalistically, with the facts.

We need to put in proper safeguards. How are we going to feel if somebody leases to the Taliban?

When we lose these woods, we lose our soul. Not simply as individuals, but as a people.

If the Negroes are to remain forever removed from the producing atmosphere, and the present discrimination continues, there will be nothing left for them to do.

Variety of uniformities makes complete beauty.

The most exciting periods of literature have always been those when the critics were great.

Writing is a political instrument.

I have to say when we talk about the treatment of these prisoners that I would guess that these prisoners wake up every morning thanking Allah that Saddam Hussein is not in charge of these prisons.

Every moment is incredibly unique and fresh, and when we drop into the moment, as meditation allows us to do, we learn how to truly taste this tender and mysterious life that we share together.

Now life is imitating art.

It is the safeguard of the strongest that he lives under a government which is obliged to respect the voice of the weakest.

Whatever is going to happen is already happening.