And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.

[I write] intuitively, reflexively, as if skiing down a steep mountain slope with no time to think.

The umpire had comical news. The congregation had been theoretically spotted from the air by a theoretical enemy. They were all theoretically dead now. The theoretical corpses laughed and ate a hearty noontime meal.

I go on many thrilling adventures and wondrous, profound escapades through books.

Of course I love you, So let's have a kid. Who will say exactly What its parents did; "Of course I love you, So let's have a kid. Who will say exactly What its parents did; 'Of course I love you, So let's have a kid Who will say exactly What its parents did -'" Et cetera. -NOBLE CLAGGETT (1947-1966)

What do men want? They want a lot of pals, and they wish that people wouldn't get so mad at them.

I am a monopolar depressive descended from monopolar depressives. That's how come I write so good.