There is an air of last things, a brooding sense of impending annihilation, about so much deconstructive activity, in so many of its guises; it is not merely postmodernist but preapocalyptic.

If you're not paying for it through the health plan, you pay for it in the emergency room.

Obscurantism is the academic theorist's revenge on society for having consigned him or her to relative obscurity - a way of proclaiming one's superiority in the face of one's diminished influence.

Poetry criticism at its worst today is mean in spirit and spiteful in intent, as if determined to inflict the wound that will spur the artist to new heights if it does not cripple him or her.

The best song lyrics seem to me so artful, so brilliant, so warm and humorous, with both passion and wit, that my admiration is matched only by my envy.

If you have too good a time writing hostile reviews, you'll injure not only your sensibility but your soul.

Perceptions may not be true, but its true for YOU!

The rights of others often begins with the fight for justice of one.

When you are not practicing, someone else is getting better.

For example, the vast majority of security break-ins occur as a result of problems with known fixes. With an automated system, you can keep up to date.

I would say here something that was heard from an ecclesiastic of the most eminent degree: The intention of the Holy Spirit is to teach us how one goes to heaven, not how the heavens go.

In my writing with Extreme, there are heavy themes. The cover photo has me with a gun to my neck. I am not advocating suicide. I am taking the philosophy that man is the measure of his own fate.

Footballers are more likely to work better if they get a pat on their back from the boss. A knife in the back is never the answer.

I wear [socks and underwear] once and throw them out. Even when I'm home...I wouldn't think of washing them.

Perseus wore a magic cap that the monsters he hunted down might not see him. We draw the magic cap down over eyes and ears as a make-believe that there are no monsters.

Oh, gross. Your stomach is full of butterfly barf!