It's true, you can never eat a pet you name. And anyway, it would be like a ventriloquist eating his dummy.

Being natural is one of the most irritating poses I know in people.

I kneel to my Lord because I am such a failure. I pray, I hope, I look to the Gospels.

Yellow is vagueness and luminousness, both.

It's true, you can never eat a pet you name. And anyway, it would be like a ventriloquist eating his dummy.

To value the tradition of, and the discipline required for, the craft of fiction seems today pointless. The real Arcadia is a lonely, mountainous plateau, overbouldered and strewn with the skulls of sheep slain for vellum and old bitten pinions that tried to be quills. It's forty rough miles by mule from Athens, a city where there's a fair, a movie house, cotton candy.

The ears, which master the face of a dunce, are that part of the head which most publishes stupidity.