Quotes from Jim Bishop

When Robert irritated men of lofty station, they complained to the President, and

He placed the bullet into a device. "Just as I thought," he said. "This is not 7.35. It is 6.5 millimeter. Did the Secret Service man know which stretcher it was on?" "No," Todd said. "The

Oswald followed his road of innocence, slightly hurt that Fritz could think a young fellow at a movie could be involved in a thing like murder.

Look at this." He pointed to a star-shaped crack on the windshield. Gies looked. He did not touch. Orders had come down from Chief Rowley to cover SS-100-X without touching it.

There was a separate small hole in the back of the head. There was a long vertical

The deputy chief also noticed a dent in the chrome plating at the top of the windshield. This was old, but he did not know it.

No government agency saw Lee Harvey Oswald as a danger.

A friend asked what he thought of marriage, and Lincoln said quietly: "My father always said, when you make a bad bargain, hug it the tighter.

Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.

Books, I found, had the power to make time stand still, retreat or fly into the future.

At 19, everything is possible and tomorrow looks friendly.

When you read about a car crash in which two or three youngsters are killed, do you pause to dwell on the amount of love and treasure and patience parents poured into bodies no longer suitable for open caskets?

It is difficult to live in the present, ridiculous to live in the future and impossible to live in the past.

True love is night jasmine, a diamond in darkness, the heartbeat no cardiologist has ever heard. It is the most common of miracles, fashioned of fleecy clouds a handful of stars tossed into the night sky.

Golf is played by twenty million mature American men whose wives think they are out having fun.

Nobody understands anyone 18, including those who are 18.

To have courage, one must first be afraid. The deeper the fear, the more difficult the climb toward courage.

Archaeology is the peeping Tom of the sciences. It is the sandbox of men who care not where they are going; they merely want to know where everyone else has been.

Death is as casual and often as unexpected as birth. It is as difficult to define grief as joy. Each is finite. Each will fade.

It is impossible to read for pleasure from something to which you are both father and mother, born in such travail that the writer despises the thing that enslaved him.

The future is an opaque mirror. Anyone who tries to look into it sees nothing but the dim outlines of an old and worried face.

Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.

A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived, born, grows up and dies of old age in a day.