I only read books if Voltaire's cock has been dipped in red ink and rolled over the cover.

The red ink in the market is no more than expected.

Red grabs you by the throat like a claw that just hangs on and changes your DNA. There are books like that. But not many.

...there was practically one handwriting common to the whole school when it came to writing lines. It resembled the movements of a fly that had fallen into an ink-pot, and subsequently taken a little brisk exercise on a sheet of foolscap by way of restoring the circulation.

T.O. was the first read, but he was covered, so I looked to Greg Lewis and he was covered. I stepped up into a running lane, and I saw [Owens] coming off the defender.

[Penn State] Coach [Greg] Nye really didn't put too much emphasis on the result. He was glad that we got it together as the round went on.