Well, I Have To Write. A Lot

I Remember Being Awed By It - The Uniqueness And Nicety Of Style - And I Suspect I Was A Bit Jealous Because We Were More Or Less Of The Same Generation.

The Pleasure Of Sport Was So Often The Chance To Indulge The Cessation Of Time Itself--the Pitcher Dawdling On The Mound, The Skier Poised At The Top Of A Mountain Trail, The Basketball Player With The Rough Skin Of The Ball Against His Palm Preparing For A Foul Shot, The Tennis Player At Set Point Over His Opponent--all Of Them Savoring A Moment Before Committing Themselves To Action.

I Never Understood People Who Don't Have Bookshelves.

The New York Times Published The Guest List On The Front Page. The Masks Were A Brilliant Concept.

My Favorite Monologue In The Book Is Kate Harrington's Story Of Her Relationship With Truman.