There is a difference, of course, between real sentiment and the trash of shared experience.

Moral self-infatuation has its own corruptions, after all. With time, almost every other principle of the magazine acquired an ironic echo, a sort of cackling aftermath.

There is a difference, of course, between real sentiment and the trash of shared experience.

The radical intelligence in the moderate position is the only place where the center holds. Or so it seems.

the time for prizes and competitions at art festivals is over. Competition is too closely tied to values that are alien to the arts.

It is always self-defeating to pretend to the style of a generation younger than your own; it simply erases your own experience in history.

My grandmother refused to concede that any member of the family died of natural causes. An uncle's cancer in middle age occurred because all the suitcases fell off the luggage rack onto him when he was in his teens, and so forth. Death was an acquired characteristic.