Because Sometimes You Have No Control Over

I Spotted A Can In The Corner Whose Red Label Read Sadness. Was There So Much Of It They Could Can It And Sell It? A Bolt Of Pain Went Through My Intestines Before I Realized That It Was Not Sadness But Sardines.

I'm Bright, But There Are Lots Of Bright Writers And People Everywhere. In No Way, At No Point Do I Think I'm Better Than Them.

The Incessant Perpetuation Of Collective Fantasies Makes People Crave The Truth And Nothing But The Truth - Reality Is The Fastest American Commodity.

In The Olden Days, A Memoir Was Something Written By Churchill And People Like That, Because They Had A Grand Experience And Considered It Useful For Future Generations. And Then It Became What It Became - A Public Purging In Which Other People Have The Chance To Judge You And Then Forgive You, Perhaps Learning Something From Your Sorry Example.

I Read Everything I Could Find In English - Twain, Henry James, Hemingway, Really Everything. And Then After A While I Started Writing Shorter Pieces In English, And One Of Them Got Published In A Literary Magazine And That's How It Got Started. After That, Graduate School Didn't Seem Very Important.