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.
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.