I read passionately with a need to know and see the act of reading as an act of cognition and not simply a means of passing time.

New Hampshire has always been cheap, mean, rural, small-minded, and reactionary. It's one of the few states in the nation with neither a sales tax nor an income tax. Social services are totally inadequate there, it ranks at the bottom in state aid to education--the state is literally shaped like a dunce cap--and its medical assistance program is virtually nonexistent. Expecting aid for the poor there is like looking for an egg under a basilisk.... The state encourages skinflints, cheapskates, shutwallets, and pinched little joykillers who move there as a tax refuge to save money.

The man who has faith in logic is always cuckolded by reality.

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

Faculty Meetings are held whenever the need to show off is combined with the imperative of accomplishing nothing.

Where there is no style, there is in effect no point of view. There is, essentially, no anger, no conviction, no self. Style is opinion, hung washing, the caliber of a bullet, teething beads.

Yellow is vagueness and luminousness, both.