It's just this epidemic unimportance, this pervasive feeling that just about everything is "no big deal," that drives these ordinary people to those …

- Ron Loewinsohn

Most of the people are no thicker than Formica, yet they hunger obscurely for some continuity with the place and with each other.

- Ron Loewinsohn

Bill Knott's poems are . . . rhetorical fluff . . . and fake.

- Ron Loewinsohn