But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.

Man is a means for turning things into spirit and turning spirit into things.

We all begin life as parasites within the mother, and writers begin their existence imitatively, within the body of letters.

It’s spring! Farewell To chills and colds! The blushing, girlish World unfolds Each flower, leaf And blade of sod— Small letters sent To her from God.

Writing criticism is to writing fiction and poetry as hugging the shore is to sailing in the open sea.

Students present themselves...like a succession of CDs whose shimmering surface gives no clue to their contents without the equipment to play them.

Fraud makes the world go round.