As Many People Die From An Excess

I No Longer Gave A Sick Dog's Drop For The Wisdom, The Reliability And The Authority Of The Public's Literary Mind, Those Creeps And Old Ladies Of Vested Reviewing.

I Was Thinking That Surgeons Had To Be The Happiest People On Earth. To Cut People Up And Get Paid For It-that's Happiness, I Told Myself.

We're All Divided Souls, We've Got Two Natures In Us, You Measure Schizophrenia Not By The Fact That You're Divided But How Well The Divisions Speak To One Another.

A Book Of Great Beauty And Manically Exquisite Insight With A Wild And Deadly Humor . . . The Only American Novelist Who May Conceivably Be Possessed By Genius.

Culture Is Worth A Little Risk.