Blessed are the literal, exasperating yet indispensable.
Only the perfect bore never bores himself.
We can be sure, when we are told that all interpretation is biased, that an egregiously biased interpretation will shortly follow.
Today’s atrocities are committed for Equality and Justice; tomorrow’s will be committed for Love.
A sudden influx into a profession or discipline signals either its robust health or its terminal illness.
Sometimes the contagion is the thing, sometimes its expression: mirth and yawning are contagious, laughter and boredom are not.
He who can, does; he who cannot, teaches; and he who does, usually cannot teach.
Attacks on good are bilge: praise for trash is poison.
It is tempting to license writers, if only so the ones who write about how difficult writing is can have theirs revoked.
The purpose of writing is to assemble a zombie army.