A lot of the stuff Kafka said he thought was hilariously funny.

Every utopia - let's just stick with the literary ones - faces the same problem: What do you do with the people who don't fit in?

Don't be married to a line or verse if it can't rhyme, fit the meter, or doesn't fit the outline.

Why is it he feels some line has been crossed, some boundary transgressed? How much is too much, how far is too far?

We are silent, considering shortfalls. There's not much time left, for us to become what we once intended. Jon had potential, but it's not a word that can be used comfortably any more. Potential has a shelf-life.

She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory.

I was kidnapped by literature at a young age and never wanted to be ransomed.