a time has come in our history when what is known has little connection with what is done.
When I went to school, they told me literature was a rope I must use to climb out of the dark well of unknowing. Writers are the knots on the rope.
I'm accused of cleverness as if it were a sin. She is merely clever, they say.
One parody is worth a thousand polemics.
Secrets of the heart are seldom news.
if we begin on the men, there is no stopping. We must love them when we can.