I used to be fond of Indian arm wrestling.

Foucault was the one person I met in France that I could talk to. He was a mensch. You know whether you agree with him or not because you know what he is saying.

The text is merely one of the contexts of a piece of literature, its lexical or verbal one, no more or less important than the sociological, psychological, historical, anthropological or generic.

The reason Saul Bellow doesn't talk to me anymore is because he knows his new novels are not worth reading.

I think the pattern of my essays is, A funny thing happened to me on my way through Finnegans Wake.

I've had a tough time with Pynchon. I liked him very much when I first read him. I liked him less with each book. He got denser and more complex in a way that didn't really pay off.

Saul Bellow never took my advice when he was my friend.