When I Split An Infinitive, God Damn

The Test Of A Writer Is Whether You Want To Read Him Again Years After He Should By The Rules Be Dated.

A Dead Man Is The Best Fall Guy In The World. He Never Talks Back.

She Was Kind Of Girl Who'd Eat All Your Cashews And Leave You With Nothing But Peanuts And Filberts.

In Everything That Can Be Called Art There Is A Quality Of Redemption.

What Greater Prestige Can A Man Like Me (not Too Gifted, But Very Understanding) Have Than To Have Taken A Cheap, Shoddy And Utterly Lost Kind Of Writing, And Have Made Of It Something That Intellectuals Claw Each Other About?