As the Silks walk around the Establishment and poke it with a stick flocks of multicolored anecdotes rise into the air on flapping wings, and, occasionally, a bee stings.
– John Leonard
Aspiring to a souffle, he achieves a pancake at which the reader saws without much appetite.
– John Leonard
Baseball happens to be a game of cumulative tension but football, basketball and hockey are played with hand grenades and machine guns.
– John Leonard
Books fall from Garry Wills like leaves from a maple tree in a sort of permanent October.
– John Leonard
He seems to have gone to his icebox, pulled out all the cold obsessions, mixed them in a bowl, beat too lightly and baked too long.
– John Leonard
His memoir is a splendid artichoke of anecdotes, in which not merely the heart and leaves but the thistles as well are edible.
– John Leonard
In the cellars of the night, when the mind starts moving around old trunks of bad times, the pain of this and the shame of that, the memory of a small boldness is a hand to hold.
– John Leonard
Isn't it amazing the way the future succeeds in creating an appropriate past?