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.

Characters paralyzed by the meaninglessness of modern life still have to drink water from time to time.

Be fruitful, and multiply.

Why were so many Americans treated by their government as though their lives were as disposable as facial tissues? Because that was the way authors customarily treated bit-part players in their made-up tales.

What has been America's most nurturing contribution to the culture of this planet so far? Many would say jazz. I, who love jazz, will say this instead: Alcoholics Anonymous.

The economy is a thoughtless weather system.

I guess everybody who isn't dead yet is a survivor.