The curious hocus-pocus of criticism I can't take seriously. It consists in squirreling up some odd phrases and then waiting for a book to come running by.
I've done my damndest to rip a reader's nerves to rags, I don't want him satisfied.
Syntax, my lad. It has been restored to the highest place in the republic.
Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans
Man has a choice and it's a choice that makes him a man.
A man without words is a man without thought.