A room containing Philip Roth, I have noticed, begins hilariously to whirl and pulse with a mix of rebelliousness and constriction that I take to be Oedipal.

What art offers is space - a certain breathing room for the spirit.

Hobbies take place in the cellar and smell of airplane glue.

A narrative is like a room on whose walls a number of false doors have been painted; while within the narrative, we have many apparent choices of exit, but when the author leads us to one particular door, we know it is the right one because it opens.

I am not sure I have my finger on the pulse of this team yet, ... I, as well as the rest of the coaching staff, do realize that we have a special team, but until you strap it up and the games count you cannot ever be sure.

Peace begins when the wealthy are fed.