I'm in favor of animal liberation. Why? Because I'm an animal.
Jack Kerouac, like a sick refrigerator, worked too hard at keeping cool and died on his mama's lap from alcohol and infantilism.
Most of the literary classics are worth reading, if you've nothing better to do.
In America, as elsewhere, the general irritability level keeps rising.
Our job is to record, each in his own way, this world of light and shadow and time that will never come again exactly as it is today.
A critic is to an author as a fungus to an oak.