I'm sorry, I'm absolutely convinced that there is at the moment no realistic prospect for very much hope in human affairs.

The very opposite of freedom is cliche, and nothing is less free, more inert with convention and hollow brutality, than a row of four-letter words.

It is not the literal past that rules us, save, possibly, in a biological sense. It is images of the past.

I have students who are now in chairs in five continents. They invite me to their inaugurals. A tremendous reward.

More and more lower-middle-income families either live their lives in debt or leave the city altogether. The boom is strictly at the penthouse level.

There is something terribly wrong with a culture inebriated by noise and gregariousness.

Functions of technical information, historic record, analytic argument, which are integral and obvious to Dante's use of verse are now almost completely a part of the 'prosaic'.