To read is to surrender oneself to an endless displacement of curiosity and desire from one sentence to another

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.

Perhaps that's what we're all looking for - desire undiluted by habit.

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

I never did like working out - it bears the same relationship to real sport as masturbation does to real sex

Morris read through the letter. Was it a shade too fulsome? No, that was another law of academic life: it is impossible to be excessive in flattery of one's peers.

Language is the net that holds thought trapped within a particular culture. But if one could only strike the ball with sufficient force, with perfect timing, it would perhaps break through the netting, continue on its course, never fall to earth, but go into orbit around the world.