I Have A B.a. In Spanish, So

But If You Kept Thinking About A Fight You’d Lost, Mom Said, You Were Programming Yourself To Lose Again.

Fiction Helps Me To Reconnect With The True, Deep Weirdness Inherent In Everyday Reality, In Our Dealings With One Another, In Just Being Alive.

No, I Don’t Have To Tell A Soul About This, I Promised Myself. When You Are A Kid, You Don’t Know Yet That A Secret, Like An Animal, Can Evolve. Like An Animal, A Secret Can Develop A Self-preserving Intelligence. Shaglike, Mute And Thick, A Knowledge With A Fur: Your Secret.

What Passes For News Is Just Morbid Speculation Or Cartoonish Screaming, Followed By Diaper Commercials.

I Came To Hate The Complainers, With Their Dry And Crumbly Lipsticks And Their Wrinkled Rage And Their Stupid, Flaccid, Old-people Sun Hats With Brims The Breadth Of Saturn's Rings.