Creativity makes a leap, then looks to see where it is. |
Many gloat over their own troubles. |
In psychoanalysis, only the fee is exactly what it seems to be. |
My parents wanted me to solace them for sorrows they denied having had. |
My thought has been shaped by books; my desires by pictures. |
No chaos, no creation. Evidence: the kitchen at mealtime. |
Moo may represent an idea, but only the cow knows. |
Procrastination makes easy things hard, hard things harder. |
Don't stare into a mirror when you are trying to solve a problem. |
Children now expect their parents to audition for approval. Topics: Children |
Rereading, we find a new book. |
Ideology has shaped the very sofa on which I sit. |
Cats are inquisitive, but hate to admit it. |
While we are reading, we are all Don Quixote. |
My mind is led astray by every faint rustle. |
Critic's delight: scolding the Mighty Dead. |
Innocence is thought charming because it offers delightful possibilities for exploitation. |
Rage is exciting, but leaves me confused and exhausted. |
Every literary critic believes he will outwit history and have the last word. |
We are more tied to our faults than to our virtues. |