“Richard was a lovely writer because he wrote nothing in which he did not believe, and because he believed in beauty, in excellence and in love. Rightly convinced of his own enormous brilliance, he was always greatly generous in his judgments of the abilities of others; he was a man without jealousies. He was a lover: of John Kennedy and Robert Kennedy, and of all their ladies and children, and of the world of politics, above all when it came served up with a great heap of humor, and an endless supply of good Havanas. He laughed often and hugely, not at anyone he might hurt, but at the constant absurdities of a world that leaves us no other recourse. He took deserved pride in his own writing, but even more in Doris and her remarkable historical grasp. Above all he loved this country, and never gave up his efforts to make it what he and his great friends hoped it would become, and gave all their lives to make it so. He was entirely without physical vanity. Yet there are few men indeed who could look in a mirror and be as satisfied as Richard was entitled to be.” A poignant remembrance of Richard Goodwin by Adam Walinsky.