"Pressure" and "unconscious borrowing" are no excuse for stolen writing. Ever.

Albania, says the brilliant editor, a self-styled patriot and part-time quantum physicist who once emigrated to Germany, is a zany place. No argument.

Merle said Mandaring was the language of China, which they taught along the length of the Surloin Wall.

"So imagine my surprise when at the Fall 2005 barbecue, there were no beers to be found!"

The new conformity is anti-eccentric and self-indulgently skeptical of quirks — never mind Quarks.

Petie and I came up with the notion that Fractionaries were written by holy slimes with pencils and religion on their side.

In an era when hype was in its infancy and big events were truly big it seemed reasonable to believe in them.

Saddam's anti-contrition can fairly borrow from French royalty. “Apres mois, le deluge…

Black pumps, white purse, beige boots, the exacting bulemia of a month of Rome purchases.

Download! she commands. Now! she adds. Fill your Pharmacy! Hot Me is the Wang for You!

Albert Camus, my mother said, lost his way sometimes. Perhaps it was mere absent-mindedness.