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.
Peer review is a cargo cult.
Pure poetry, n. A polite term for an especially execrable piece of prose.
Those who profess indifference to what others think ought to advertise it less.
The old cling most desperately to life — not from belated philosophic recognition of its splendors, or fear of death, but from habit.
American cities are dotted by hulks of jagged, rusting metal, abandoned, seemingly without function, surrounded by endless expanses of concrete. This is the public sculpture.
To be represented is the smallest aspiration.