I Liked Camille Paglia. I Liked Her

I've Had A Tough Time With Pynchon. I Liked Him Very Much When I First Read Him. I Liked Him Less With Each Book. He Got Denser And More Complex In A Way That Didn't Really Pay Off.

It's So Wrong When I Pick Up A New Edition Of Huckleberry Finn And I Look At The Last Page And It Doesn't Say, Yours Truly, At The End.

My Assignment Is What Every Writer's Assignment Is: Tell The Truth Of His Own Time.

Foucault Was The One Person I Met In France That I Could Talk To. He Was A Mensch. You Know Whether You Agree With Him Or Not Because You Know What He Is Saying.

Saul Bellow Never Took My Advice When He Was My Friend.