Is there a God? Who knows? Is there an angry unicorn on the dark side of the moon?

Jane Austen: Getting into her books is like getting in bed with a cadaver. Something vital is lacking; namely, life.

Chastity is more a state of mind than of anatomy.

Writers should avoid the academy. When a writer begins to accept pay for talking about words, we know what he will produce soon: nothing but words.

James Joyce buried himself in his great work. _Finnegan's Wake_ is his monument and his tombstone. A dead end.

The longest journey begins with a single step, not with a turn of the ignition key.

The one thing ... that is truly ugly is the climate of hate and intimidation, created by a noisy few, which makes the decent majority reluctant to air in public their views on anything controversial. ... Where all pretend to be thinking alike, it's likely that no one is thinking at all.