...she Felt That Nothing Could Kill Her

He Became Another Data Point In The American Experiment Of Self-government, An Experiment Statistically Skewed From The Outset, Because It Wasn't The People With Sociable Genes Who Fled The Crowded Old World For The New Continent; It Was The People Who Didn't Get Along Well With Others.

An Ink Bottle, Which Now Seems Impossibly Quaint, Was Still Thinkable As A Symbol In 1970.

To Me, The Point Of A Novel Is To Take You To A Still Place. You Can Multitask With A Lot Of Things, But You Can’t Really Multitask Reading A Book.

Here Was A Torture That Greek Inventors Of The Feast And The Stone Had Omitted From Their Hades: The Blanket Of Self-deception. A Lovely Warm Blanket As Far As It Covered The Soul In Torment, But It Never Quite Covered Everything.

The Most Purely Autobiographical ­fiction Requires Pure Invention. Nobody Ever Wrote A More Auto­biographical Story Than "the Meta­morphosis".