Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.
Each one of us has to be what he or she is.
It's all like an ocean!" cried Dostoevski. I say it's all like cellophane.
Pay no attention to Caesar. Caesar doesn't have the slightest idea what's really going on.
There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.
Extenuating circumstance to be mentioned on Judgment Day: We never asked to be born in the first place.