In writing, fidelity to fact leads eventually to the poetry of truth.

A house built on greed cannot long endure.

Literary critics, like a herd of cows or a school of fish, always face in the same direction, obeying that love for unity that every critic requires.

For women, the sexual act is a means to a higher end. For a man, it is an end in itself.

The earth, like the sun, like the air, belongs to everyone - and to no one.

Tofu and futons. The adepts of Orientalism seem to spend most of their lives reclining. They can't quite summon the energy to crawl up onto a chair. Even their Yogic exercises are carried out in a prone or sitting position.

It is not the writer's task to answer questions but to question answers. To be impertinent, insolent, and, if necessary, subversive.