I Doubt There's Ever Been A True

[on The Writers She Admires:] I Prefer Dead Writers, Because I Don't See Them At Parties.

...i Believed Passionately That Communists Were A Race Of Horned Men Who Divided Their Time Equally Between The Burning Of Nancy Drew Books And The Devising Of A Plan Of Nuclear Attack That Would Land The Largest And Most Lethal Bomb Squarely Upon The Third-grade Class Of Thomas Jefferson School In Morristown, New Jersey.

Perhaps The Least Cheering Statement Ever Made On The Subject Of Art Is That Life Imitates It.

Having Been Unpopular In High School Is Not Just Cause For Book Publications.

I Think One Manifestation Of Integrity Is Holding A Grudge. Saying No Is A Little Different. Holding A Grudge Is The Modern Equivalent Of Having Standards.