Run from the Furies, and they find you, as if fear were a homing device, as if literature itself, on contemplating the abyss, were an invitation to jump into it, while Wagner whistles.

Everybody is forever saying that the essay is dead. This is always said in essays.

Every intelligent child is an amateur anthropologist. The first thing such a child notices is that adults don't make sense.

Do you suppose Latin American writers, trying to mix literary modernism with revolutionary politics, resent our blue-eyed exploitation of their continent as a …

At the approach of danger there are always two voices that speak with equal force in the heart of man: one very reasonably tells the man to consider the nature…

'Running in the street conveys an impression of terror. The victim's fall is already mimed in his attempt to escape it. The position of the head, trying to hol…

A woman's body is a dark and monstrous mystery; between her supple thighs a heavy whirlpool swirls, two rivers crash, and woe to him who slips and falls!