Quotes by : Nicholson Baker

Who cares about my cock? It'll fend for itself.

Poetry is prose in slow motion.

You can tell it's a poem because it's swimming in a little gel pack of white space. That shows it's a....

Will you dance for me? Let your breasts roam for a moment -- I need to see how they dance.''Okay.' She....

Will the time ever come when I am not so completely dependent on thoughts I first had in childhood to....

Books: a beautifully browsable invention that needs no electricity and exists in a readable form no matter....

It's time for bed. And here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to get in bed, and I don't have anyone....

But spending your life concentrating on death is like watching a whole movie and thinking only about....

You float like a feather," sings Radiohead, "In a beautiful world." I've listened several times to the....

What does "poet laureate" mean? Nothing. It means a person with laurel branches twined around his head.....