What has been forgotten.... is never something purely individual.

Writers are really people who write books not because they are poor, but because they are dissatisfied with the books which they could buy but do not like.

Any order is a balancing act of extreme precariousness.

How many cities have revealed themselves to me in the marches I undertook in the pursuit of books!

Death is the sanction of everything the story-teller can tell. He has borrowed his authority from death.

No more semblance or disemblance, no more God or Man, only an immanent logic of the principle of operativity.

Languages are not strangers to on another.

It is quite gratifying to feel guilty if you haven't done anything wrong: how noble! Whereas it is rather hard and certainly depressing to admit guilt and to repent.

When God's in it, the job gets done.

Now that I'm retired, I want to say that all defensive linemen are sissies.

Walt Whitman, he who laid end to end words never seen in each other's company before outside of a dictionary.

Despair leads to boredom, electronic games, computer hacking, poetry and other bad habits.

Better balance, less pain and less restless leg syndrome.

Ambien might have mentally just tossed my salad. WITH CROUTONS.

As long as a man has a golden heart, it does not matter whether he has green blood or blue skin!

It’s a pleasure to be in a country that isn’t ruled by its people.

To be worthy of assassination takes more than some crappy little book.