The literary critic, or the critic of any other specific form of artistic expression, may detach himself from the world for as long as the work of art he is contemplating appears to do the same.

You can never get a woman to sit down and listen to a drum solo.

A sceptic finds Dallas absurd. A cynic thinks the public doesn't

Fiction is life with the dull bits left out.

The Canadian version of Julius Caesar's memoirs? I came, I saw, I coped.

John McEnroe looks as if he is serving round the edge of an imaginary building.

Jimmy Connors likes the ball to come at him in a straight line, so that he can hit it back in another straight line. When it comes to him in a curve, he uses up half of his energy straightening it up again.