For the unholy trinity of Bobs: Bloch, Heinlein, and Traurig— may I meet them on the banks of The River, where we’ll board the fabulous Riverboat
The ideal was the light; the real, the shadow.
I’m not a Christian, Göring said. I admire a man who can admit that. I don’t think I ever met a preacher who came out and said so, in so many words.
Burton struggled to get up onto his feet. Nobody, not even God, was going to punch Richard Burton in the ribs and get away without a battle.
Rastignac had no Skin. He was, nevertheless, happier than he had been since the age of five. He was as happy as a man can be who lives deep under the ground. Underground organizations are often under...
Know a man's faith, and you knew at least half the man. Know his wife, and you knew the other half.