Rome Was A Poem Pressed Into Service

The More I Like A Book, The More Reluctant I Am To Turn The Page. Lovers, Even Book Lovers, Tend To Cling. No One-night Stands Or "reads" For Them.

The Tension Between 'yes' And No', Between 'i Can' And 'i Cannot,' Makes Us Feel That, In So Many Instances, Human Life Is An Interminable Debate With One's Self.

A Whole Generation Of Writers Dined Out On The Dialectic Between Original Cultures And Their Culture By "progress.

Sex Almost Always Disappoints Me In Novels. Everything Can Be Said Or Done Now, And That's What I Often Find: Everything, A Feeling Of Generality Or Dispersal. But In My Experience, True Sex Is So Particular, So Peculiar To The Person Who Yearns For It. Only He Or She, And No One Else, Would Desire So Very Much That Very Person Under Those Circumstances. In Fiction, I Miss That Sense Of Terrific Specificity.

The Moment A Book Is Lent I Begin To Miss It.