From What We Are, Spirit; From What

It Does Not Make Sense. It Cannot Exist. It's Impossible, And If It Isn't Impossible, It's Irrelevant, And If It Isn't Either Of Those Things, It's Embarrassing.

What I Couldn't Help Noticing Was That I Learned More About The Novel In A Morning By Trying To Write A Page Of One Than I'd Learned In Seven Years Or So Of Trying To Write Criticism

Sticks And Stones, I'll Break Yer Bones, But Names Ain't Worth A Quarrel.

Thou Shalt Not Is Soon Forgotten, But Once Upon A Time Is Forever.

She Longed For Cutlasses, Pistols, And Brandy; She Had To Make Do With Coffee, And Pencils, And Verbs.