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.

Hypocrisy is the essence of snobbery, but all snobbery is about the problem of belonging.

I hate injustice, I despise inequity, I condemn hypocrisy, I abhor the lack of reason.

Book-publishing is all about politics. Agents, editors, which books will be puffed, which ignored, etc.

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

Yellow is vagueness and luminousness, both.

There is no loneliness like that of a failed marriage.