Although we read with our minds, the seat of artistic delight is between the shoulder blades. That little shiver behind is quite certainly the highest form of emotion that humanity has attained when evolving pure art and pure science. Let us worship the spine and its tingle.

A masterpiece of fiction is an original world and as such is not likely to fit the world of the reader.

My little cup brims with tiddles.

A philistine is a full-grown person whose interests are of a material and commonplace nature, and whose mentality is formed of the stock ideas and conventional ideals of his or her group and time.

He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.

Let the credulous and the vulgar continue to believe that all mental woes can be cured by a daily application of old Greek myths to their private parts.

All colors made me happy: even gray. My eyes were such that literally they Took photographs.