The more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has — I'm not kidding.
She wrote to him fairly regularly, from a paradise of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations.
The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.
I could happily lie down and die sometimes.
Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
It's one of those places that are supposed to be very sophisticated and all, and the phonies are coming in the window.