I Always Thought That You Could Do

You Bet I Write Disaster Fiction. We Have Compiled A Disastrous Record On This Planet, A Record Of Stupidity And Absurdity And Self-abuse And Self-aggrandizement And Self-deception And Pompousness And Self-righteousness And Cruelty And Indifference Beyond What Any Other Species Has Demonstrated The Capacity For, Which Is The Capacity For All The Above.

I Think That Writers Are, At Best, Outsiders To The Society They Inhabit. They Have A Kind Of Detachment, Or Try To Have.

The Excitement Of Anticipation Was *almost* Equal To The Thrill Of Lovemaking.

Never Confuse Faith, Or Belief — Of Any Kind — With Something Even Remotely Intellectual.

Good Habits Are Worth Being Fanatical About.