The Postmodernists' tyranny wears people down by boredom and semi-literate prose.

The enduring rapture with magic and fable has always struck me as latently childish and somehow sexless (and thus also related to childlessness).

Everybody does have a book in them, but in most cases that's where it should stay.

Hell hath no fury like a coolly received postmodernist.

I don't think it's possible to have a sense of tragedy without having a sense of humor.

The people who must never have power are the humorless. To impossible certainties of rectitude they ally tedium and uniformity.