There can't be that many individual souls. Not souls like mine. There isn't room. There can't be.
The email of the species is deadlier than the mail.
Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators.
Wit can be beautiful, because it expresses and distills an idea.
Life is sometimes novel-shaped, mocking the efforts of those authors who, in an effort to make their novels life-shaped, spurn the easy symmetry and cheap resonance of reality.
Things are always worse in the steady watches of the night.