The best novelist of my generation is an Italian living in Paris, still working and improving - Italo Calvino.

Congress no longer declares war or makes budgets. So that's the end of the constitution as a working machine.

The real writer learns nothing from life. He is more like an oyster or a sponge.

A babble of words that no one understands now fills the airwaves, and language loses all meaning as we sink slowly, mindlessly, into herstory rather than history because most rapists are men, aren't they?

If the splitter of hairs has a sharp enough knife, the fact of life itself can be chopped into nothing.

To hear two American men congratulating each other on being heterosexual is one of the most chilling experiences - and unique to the United States. You don't hear two Italians sitting around complimenting each other because they actually like to go to bed with women. The American is hysterical about his manhood.

Monotheism is easily the greatest disaster to befall the human race.