It's only life. We all get through it.

Most universities are no longer temples of knowledge, but of power, and true moderns worship there.

Literary fiction, as a strict genre, is all but dead. Meanwhile, most genres flourish.

All these girls swooning over hunky vampires, what they really want is to give away their freedom, to be controlled and told what to do and not have to think -- and never die, of course. It's sick is what it is. I don't want to be a forever-young living corpse.

I have avoided becoming stale by putting a little water on the plate, lying on the plate, and having myself refreshed in a toaster oven for 23 minutes once every month.

Rub-a-dub-dub. Cerebrum in a tub.

When we hope, we usually hope for the wrong thing.