I Think That All Writers Feel Alienated.

My Definition Of A Decent Society Is One That First Of All Takes Care Of Its Losers, And Protects Its Weak.

Out Of Date, Perhaps, But Who Wasn't These Days? Out Of Date, But Loyal To His Own Time.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.

It Is Also The Pardonable Vanity Of Lonely People Everywhere To Assume That They Have No Counterparts.

I Can't Think Of Anybody Worse To Live With.

When You're My Age, You Have The Feeling Sometimes That You're Seeing The Show Come Round Again.