Sublime

Keep small, vote mainstream, and nod like it all makes sense. Yet here she is, asking for trouble. Acting like what she does might matter.

“pasting feathers together, hoping for a duck.”

I wasn’t sure why anyone should be so eager to hand the keys to society over to people whose primary qualification was curiosity.

No longer were biographies simple chronicles of other people’s lives. Instead, they became platforms for philosophical manifestos

a personage whose refrigerator-like build, rubbery face, and heavy eyelids brought to mind some anthropomorphic piece of furniture in a Disney movie.

fierce concision of Raymond Carver.

Identifying as someone who categorically rejects books suggests a much larger deficiency of character.

She reads Thoreau over wood fires at night.