'He's got a can up there,' Richard said.

It is better to sit in appreciative contemplation of a world in which beauty is eternally supported on a foundation of ugliness: cut out the support, and beauty will sink from sight.

In literary criticism the critic has no choice but to make over the victim of his attention into something the size and shape of himself.

He was born in Bercy on the outskirts of Paris and trained in France, and while he knows a little Poodle-English, he responds quickly only to commands in French. Otherwise he has to translate, and that slows him down.

... you must not expect to find that people understand what they do.

Act out being alive, like a play. And after a while, a long while, it will be true.

Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? ...Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.