I take it that a successful therapy is an oxymoron.

A superb and dreadfully moving account of the glory and subsequent murder by the Romanians of the Jewish city in Odessa. . . . Odessa is both celebration and lament and equally impressive as both.

Everyone wants a prodigy to fail; it makes our mediocrity more bearable.

The art and passion of reading well and deeply is waning, but [Jane] Austen still inspires people to become fanatical readers.

It is by extending oneself, by exercising some capacity previously unused that you come to a better knowledge of your own potential.

I have never believed that the critic is the rival of the poet, but I do believe that criticism is a genre of literature or it does not exist.

Information is endlessly available to us; where shall wisdom be found?