“And found there one of those huge comprehensive anthologies of literature, the sort of thing which, on a bad day, can induce an inferiority complex...”

“One makes discoveries about oneself but more often one makes up discoveries.”

“Grief is a wound that needs attention in order to heal. We can have pancakes.”

“Don't tell me you're reading it,' she said, as if I were doing something to the book, whereas in fact the book was doing something to me.”

“No doubt he is more than that, but we have no time to inquire.”

“The essay is a modest genre. It doesn't mean to change the world. Instead it says: let me tell you what happened to me.”

“They are suspicious of humanism, nervous about too much style, and wary of public celebrations of the personal.”