There was that law of life, so cruel and so just, that one must grow or else pay more for remaining the same. - Norman Mailer

Mystery is an emotion which is repugnant to a political animal.

A fire had begun to spread in me. It was burning now in my stomach and my lungs were dry as old leaves, my heart had a herded pressure which gave promise to explode.

America is a nation of experts without roots; we are always creating tacticians who are blind to strategy and strategists who cannot take a step, and when the culture has finished its work the institutions handcuff the infirmity.