The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
Spending a weekend with Hitler would have been boring in the extreme, although you would have had a greater certainty in coming back alive.
I expect the worst both from reviewers and sales and then, with any luck, I may be proved wrong.
I work best in rhyme and meter. I was most confident of myself in that way.
Go straight for souls, and go for the worst.
To be able to fill leisure intelligently is the last product of civilization.
You are not thinking hard enough if you are sleeping well. And you would have to be unhinged to take on a subject like the French Revolution, or Rembrandt, and not feel some trepidation. There is always the possibility that you will crash and burn, and the whole thing will be a horrible, vulgar, self-indulgent mess.
Oral history is a recipe for complete misrepresentation because almost no one tells the truth, even when they intend to.
No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. The real and proper question is: Why is it beautiful?
Hardest of all for Europeans to negotiate are traditional African religions, whose transactions with unseen powers are central to the running of life in many areas, the main weapon in the struggle against the forces of evil.