I feel incredibly successful. I make a living as a writer and am able to help support a big family, my church, my bleeding-heart causes.
I didn't write about my mother much in the third year after she died. I was still trying to get my argument straight: When her friends or our relatives wondered why I was still so hard on her, I could really lay out the case for what it had been like to be raised by someone who had loathed herself, her husband, even her own name.
My idea of absolute happiness is to be in bed on a rainy day, with my blankie, my cat, and my dog.
I like the desert for short periods of time, from inside a car, with the windows rolled up, and the doors locked. I prefer beach resorts with room service.
J. William Fulbright
Dwight L. Moody
James Q. Wilson