Studying Literature At Harvard Is Like Learning

It's My Belief That Sanity Lies In Realizing That Reality Is Not Exactly What We Had In Mind.

I Do Not Know What The Cat Can Have Eaten. Usually I Know Exactly What The Cat Has Eaten. Not Only Have I Fed It To The Cat, At The Cat's Insistence, But The Cat Has Thrown It Up On The Rug, And Someone Has Tracked It All Over Onto The Other Rug. I Do Not Know Why Cats Are Such Habitual Vomiters. They Do Not Seem To Enjoy It, Judging By The Sounds They Make While They Are Doing It. It's Their Nature. A Dog Is Going To Bark. A Cat Is Going To Vomit.

New York Walking Isn't Exercise: It's A Continually Showing Make-your-own Movie.

I Just Think Lots Of Words Have Physicality. How About The Word 'wobble?' You Think That's Arbitrary? When You Say The Word 'wince,' You Wince. How About That?

Pete Rose Is Too Rich A Character To Fit On A Bronze Plaque. He Requires A Good, Trenchant, Poignant (ah, Petey) Book, And This Is It.