Writers tell more truths, and more lies, than most.

To be thoroughly modern, an aphorism should trail off vaguely rather than coming to a point.

New York loves itself in an unkind and fanatical way.

The beginning, middle, and end are parodied, reversed, and hidden by modernism, but not abandoned.

I am open-minded on all questions I care nothing about.

Progress may feel more like loss than gain.

Without the blessing of cowardice, the world would long since have been torn to bits.