Trouble defies the law of gravity. It's easier to pick up than to drop.

The Falklands held a mirror up to our own islands, and it reflected, in brilliantly sharp focus, all our injured belittlement, our sense of being beleaguered, neglected and misunderstood.

Travel. It was an intransitive verb. It didn't involve any destinations. It was going to the going's sake, to be anywhere but where you were, with motion itself as the only object.

Interstate highways dull the reality of place and distance almost as effectively as jetliners do: I loathe their scary monotony.

The mythical America?that marvellous, heroic, sentimental landwas an object of faith. It challenged you to make the believer's leap over the rude facts at your feet.

In an underdeveloped country don't drink the water. In a developed country don't breathe the air.

Lincoln, steeped in the Bible and Shakespeare, set an impossibly high bar for presidential prose.

Critics? Don't talk to me of critics! You think some jackanapes journalist, his soul eaten away by the maggots of jealousy and failure, has anything worthwhile to say of art? I don't.

Seattle was built out on pilings over the sea, and at high tide the whole city seemed to come afloat like a ship lifting free from a mud berth and swaying in its chains.

Good travel books are novels at heart.

In novels and autobiographies, the first positive move that the immigrant makes towards assimilation is to buy himself a suit of city clothes.

Thank you God for helping me to overcome the bad to live the good.

Ego=1/Knowledge" More the knowledge lesser the ego, lesser the knowledge more the ego.

If performance of duty is part of excellence, then it should give satisfaction and happiness.

The first comic book I ever read was an issue of 'Legion of Super-Heroes' where the earth was surrounded by all of these chains. I remember the cover I got it at a birthday party.

I always write well in New York.

I've never really had any barrier to break I guess. I don't really have anything to rebel against. I'm quite lucky.

Against her foes Religion well defends Her sacred truths, but often fears her friends.

I'm not railing, 'This is inadequate' or 'This isn't right.' Just show me what will work.

God answers prayer on the ground of Redemption and on no other ground.

Skepticism . . . is not intellectual only it is moral also, a chronic atrophy and disease of the whole soul.