He said you were the only one who was bitter about S.'s suicide and the only one who really forgave him for it. The rest of us, he said, were outwardly unbitter and inwardly unforgiving.
I’ll read my books and I’ll drink my coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt my door.
The more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has — I'm not kidding.
I didn't want any degrees if all the ill-read literates and radio announcers and pedagogical dummies I knew had them by the peck.
You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.
God bless ladies with costly, tasteful clothes and touching, dirty fingernails that champion gifted, foreign poets and decorate the library in beautiful, melancholy fashion! My God, this universe is nothing to snicker at!