We died like aunts of pets or foreigners.

The novel is a prose narrative of some length that has something wrong with it.

A correct answer is like an affectionate kiss, Goethe said; a correct answer, Gertrude would have said, is like a slap in the face.

If you've been put in your place long enough you begin to act like the place.

The climate of our culture is changing. Under these new rains, new suns, small things grow great, and what was great grows small; whole species disappear and are replaced.

It is always hard for poets to believe that one says their poems are bad not because one is a fiend but because their poems are bad.

More and more people think of the critic as an indispensable middle man between writer and reader, and would no more read a book alone, if they could help it, than have a baby alone.