Passion impels our deeds; ideology supplies the explanations.
Modern literature seduces with insults, riddles, and inside stories.
You know you're in love when you stop comparing.
In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.
The novel avoids the sublime and seeks out the interesting.
Amazing that the human race has taken enough time out from thinking about food or sex to create the arts and sciences.