"All my stories are webs of style and none seems at first blush to contain much kinetic matter. For m..." — Vladimir Nabokov

Discussion in class, which means letting twenty young blockheads and two cocky neurotics discuss something that neither their teacher nor they know.

The evolution of sense is, in a sense, the evolution of nonsense.

To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute.

There is only one school of literature - that of talent.