It is always dishonest for a reviewer to review the author instead of the author's book.

One word is worth a thousand pictures. If it's the right word.

John Updike: our greatest suburban chic-boutique man of letters. A smug and fatal complacency has stunted his growth beyond hope of surgical repair. Not enough passion in his collected works to generate steam in a beer can. Nevertheless, he is considered by some critics to be America's finest *living* author: Hold a chilled mirror to his lips and you will see, presently, a fine and dewy moisture condensing -- like a faery breath! -- upon the glass.

A patriot must always be ready to defend his country against his government.

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

A life without tragedy would not be worth living.

Every man should be his own guru; every woman her own gurette.