The kiss is a wordless articulation of desire whose object lies in the future, and somewhat to the south.
Lance MorrowOne can live with the thought of one's own death. It is the thought of the death of the words and books that is terrifying for that is the deeper extinction.
Lance MorrowOver the years, he [Everett Dirksen] developed a style of infinitely subtle fustian, whose effect can still be remotely approximated by sipping twelve-year-old bourbon, straight, while reading Dickens aloud, in a sort of sepulchral purr.
Lance Morrow