Caress the detail, the divine detail.

I have rewritten — often several times — every word I have ever published. My pencils outlast their erasers.

Discussion in class, which means letting twenty young blockheads and two cocky neurotics discuss something that neither their teacher nor they know.

I think it is all a matter of love.

There is nothing more atrociously cruel than an adored child.

do what only a true artist can do ... pounce upon the forgotten butterfly of revelation

for better or worse, it is the commentator who has the last word.