I have a very poor record at multiple choice questions.

Half my life is an act of revision; more than half the act is performed with small changes.

If you can't love crudeness, how can you truly love mankind?

Being reviewed is being condescended to by your inferiors.

I was brought up in a community, in a family that valued such things as good manners, and I still do.

But who can distinguish between falling in love and imagining falling in love? Even genuinely falling in love is an act of the imagination.

I certainly think Obama is the most hopeful president I've seen in the country since John Kennedy.