Rule of criticism: only attend to the shape, and the purpose will manifest itself.

As a comforter, philosophy cannot compete with a good dinner.

Alone, lonely people talk to themselves. In company, they often continue.

Critic's delight: scolding the Mighty Dead.

Lovers always believe one another's sleight-of-hand tricks.

I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.

Something is sticking out its tongue at me from the corner of my mirror.