The self is an oral society in which the present is constantly running a dialogue with the past and the future inside of one skin.
A novelist is like all mortals more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past.
I confess I do not believe in time.
Discussion in class which means letting twenty young blockheads and two...
Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational...
Plus, teaching brings home to you very fast that you actually know...
At home, I hardly ever leave London. I don't like the countryside in...
Nothing will turn a man's home into a castle more quickly and effectively...
