The avant-garde is now stranded in the past.

When my expectations are exactly fulfilled, I feel that something uncanny has happened.

Scholars dream of finding small facts pregnant with great progeny.

Deconstruction glorifies the critic, humiliates the author, and makes the reader wonder why he bothered.

A critic who uses new quotations is making important changes.

The ninety percent of human experience that does not fit into established narrative patterns falls into oblivion.

Arrogance rides triumphantly through the gates, barely glancing at the old woman about to cut the rope and spring shut the trap.