In the upstairs gallery of the Hammer Museum’s current “Outside the Box” exhibit, a line from composer and performer Meredith Monk’s lithograph collection reads, “I have always thought that sound and space were inseparable.” Yet despite this connection, museums have a long history of being stiflingly silent spaces.

“Is that a library book? I haven’t seen one of those in years!”

“A novel, like a letter, should be loose, cover much ground, run swiftly, take risk of mortality and decay.”

The advent of the “Planet Earth” series may have died down, but the phenomenon of the nature documentary has taken an exciting (and humanistic) turn with Focus Features’ new film “Babies.”

In a journal he kept while writing “The Grapes of Wrath,” novelist John Steinbeck wrote: “I have very grave doubts sometimes.

My postmodern American fiction class this quarter began by reading an author who wrote an essay called “The Literature of Exhaustion.”

With its freeways, traffic, and valet parking, Los Angeles is not a city known for its walk-ability. At least for tomorrow night, bike-ability will be a different story ““ when UCLA’s Hammer Museum hosts the second edition of Bike Night at the Hammer.

When I first heard Christian Lander speak about his blog-to-book “Stuff White People Like” on campus last fall, I was shocked by how quickly it all happened ““ and so, it seemed, was he.

Last year, my spring break was the coldest I’d been all winter: I spent it in Anchorage, Alaska.

When author David Foster Wallace committed suicide in September 2008, I was embarrassed to find myself putting my name at the end of a long library waiting list to check out his most famous novel, “Infinite Jest.”