If on a friend’s bookshelf You cannot find Joyce or Sterne Cervantes, Rabelais, or Burton, You are in danger, face the fact, So kick him first or punch him hard And from him hide behind a curtain.

The parrot holds its food for prim consumption as daintily as any debutante, [with] a predilection for pot roast, hashed-brown potatoes, duck skin, butter, hoisin sauce, sesame seed oil, bananas and human thumb.

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.

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

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

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.

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