“What had happened to the old Jack Grammar, the one who would have flubbed it somehow?Well, I reasoned: I could still flub it. Let the flubbing begin!”
“It was massive. A blurting, busting, backfire! A flabbergasting, fire-breathing, flub-explosion! A propelling, paint-stripping, prison-break!”
“Next time I tell you someone from Texas should not be president of the United States, please pay attention."[Shrub Flubs His Dub, The Nation, June 18, 2001]”
“Reason" in language - oh, what an old deceptive female she is! I am afraid we are not rid of God because we still have faith in grammar.”
“He was nothing to me and I could have had no foresight then, that he ever would be anything to me, but it happened that I had this opportunity of observing him well.”
“I would not begin to understand until I was a very old woman, and even then they would still be a mystery.”