Universities are the cathedrals of the modern age. They shouldn't have to justify their existence by utilitarian criteria.

Four times, under our educational rules, the human pack is shuffled and cut - at eleven-plus, sixteen-plus, eighteen-plus and twenty-plus - and happy is he who comes top of the deck on each occasion, but especially the last. This is called Finals, the very name of which implies that nothing of importance can happen after it.

I'm a bit of a deconstructionist myself. It's kind of exciting - the last intellectual thrill left. Like sawing through the branch you're sitting on.

Walt Whitman, he who laid end to end words never seen in each other's company before outside of a dictionary.

Jogging, I believe they call it. It seems to be an epidemic psychological illness afflicting Americans these days. A form of masochism, like the flagellantes in the Middle Ages.

Life, after all, should go forwards, not backwards.

Universities are the cathedrals of the modern age. They shouldn't have to justify their existence by utilitarian criteria.