Muffled lives explode in understatements.

Muffled lives explode in understatements.

One must love a poet on its own terms.

You can only stare at a clown mask so long. After a few minutes it's no big deal anymore. So people start paying attention to the music instead of what the clown is doing, or what he is wearing, or how cool his spikey hair is.

In the end, the Tribune lost touch with the world it was supposed to reach; it mattered passionately, but almost exclusively, to those who worked for it.

People joked that Forster became more renowned with every book he did not write.

Cats are kindly masters, just so long as you remember your place.