It's So Wrong When I Pick Up

If There's One Thing I Can't Stand, It's Somebody Doing Something Because I Pushed Them In That Direction.

Jane Austen Is At The End Of The Line That Begins With Samuel Richardson, Which Takes Wonder And Magic Out Of The Novel, Treats Not The Past But The Present.

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.

I Have, I Admit, A Low Tolerance For Detached Chronicling And Cool Analysis.

The Text Is Merely One Of The Contexts Of A Piece Of Literature, Its Lexical Or Verbal One, No More Or Less Important Than The Sociological, Psychological, Historical, Anthropological Or Generic.