The Apologizer Bunny keeps going and going and going.
If you ever meet someone who cannot understand why solitary confinement is considered punishment, you have met a misanthrope.
Why do I hate people? Who else is there to hate?
Writers who have nothing to say always strain for metaphors to say it in.
True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.
I cherish the review-as-literature; as lapidary journalism in the eighteenth-century mode, the last hard sparkling diamond in theessayists's tarnished crown. To me, writing a good review is not just a way to make extra money, but a sacred duty.