Sublime

I have to write to discover what I am doing. —Flannery O’Connor

Hemingway offered to modify the noun with “lousy” or “lesbian,” but if anyone was ever a bitch, he said it was Gertrude Stein.

One of Laurel Manderley’s profs at Wellesley had once criticized her freshman essays for what he’d called their tin ear and cozening tone of unearned confidence, which had immediately become dark parts of her own self concept.

When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.

“Power’ll still be up—prob’ly sprawling on that white rug of his, with Parrington in front of ’im,” laughed David. It was, Maud Martha observed, one of the conceits of David McKemster that he did not have to use impeccable English all the time. Sometimes it was permissible to make careful slips. These must be, however, when possible, sandwiched in