Books fall from Garry Wills like leaves from a maple tree in a sort of permanent October. – 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
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
