I Wouldn't Say That I Dislike The

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

There Is Nothing More Mine Than My Writing, Nothing I'm More Proprietary About.

Communists All Seem To Wear Small Caps, A Look I Consider Better Suited To Tubes Of Toothpaste Than To People.

One [new York] Eatery Is A Remodeled Diner That Looks Like What Busby Berkeley Would Have Done If Only He Hadn't Had The Money.

Nothing Succeeds Like Address.