Critics are like pigs at the pastry cart.
Tall as he is, there is no carrying the slope under his shirt as anything other than a loose gut, a paunch that in itself must weigh as much as a starving Ethiopian child.
Nelson! Stop that this minute! She turns rigid in the glider but does not rise to see what is making the boy cry. Eccles, sitting by the screen, can see. The Fosnacht boy stands by the swing, holding...
Chaos is God's body. Order is the Devil's chains.
When he was about twelve or thirteen he walked into his parents' bedroom in the half-house on Jackson Road not expecting his father to be there, and the old man was standing in front of his bureau in...
Every marriage tends to consist of an aristocrat and a peasant. Of a teacher and a learner.
The study of literature threatens to become a kind of paleontology of failure, and criticism a supercilious psychoanalysis of authors.
Teddy was reminded of Paterson, but that polyglot population had appeared healthier, more hopeful, the American mood more fertile then in its promises, and the streets of Silk City with their little y...
The difficulty with humourists is that they will mix what they believe with what they don't whichever seems likelier to win an effect.
No act is so private it does not seek applause.
It's been the same story ever since I can remember, ever since Wilson – the Republicans don't do a thing for the little man.
The inner spaces that a good story lets us enter are the old apartments of religion.
What you haven't done by thirty you're not likely to do. What you have done you'll do lots more.
What art offers is space - a certain breathing room for the spirit.
[I]n my own case at least I feel my professional need for freedom of speech and expression prejudices me toward a government whose constitution guarantees it.
What I'm going to do is pry every stinking tag off these f.ing chairs and make a f.ing collar and throw that cat right in Connor's puked-up face. Pale turd.
We must have sinned greatly, at some juncture long buried in our protozoic past, to deserve such a universe
Perhaps we meet our heaven at the start and not the end of life.
Without warning, David was visited by an exact vision of death: a long hole in the ground, no wider than your body, down which you are drawn while the white faces above recede. You try to reach them b...
Know Thyself, a wise old Greek once said. Know Thyself. Now what does this mean, boys and girls? It means, be what you are. Don't try to be Sally or Johnny or Fred next door; be yourself. God doesn't...
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