Resentment is a communicable disease and should be quarantined.

I measure my life in sentences pressed out, line by line, like the lustrous ooze on the underside of the snail, the snail's secret open seam, its wound, leaking attar.

Much of the academy on the humanities side, English departments in particular, no longer write what can pass for normal English.

Life is that which - pressingly, persistently, unfailingly, imperially - interrupts.

Every writer aspires to recognition , and it comes entirely privately, without public fanfare, each time a piece of work is judged worthy of publication.

We are so placid that the smallest tremor of objection is taken as a full-scale revolution.

It is useless either to hate or to love truth - but it should be noticed.