I Suppose I'm Proudest Of My Novels

…there Was No More Safety To Be Found In Love Than There Was To Be Found In A Virus.

People Are Either Attracted To The Unseemly Or Disapproving Of It, Or Both; Yet We Try To Sound Superior To The Unseemly By Pretending To Be Amused By It Or Indifferent To It.

To Each Other, We Were As Normal And Nice As The Smell Of Bread. We Were Just A Family. In A Family Even Exaggerations Make Perfect Sense.

Human Sexuality Makes Farcical Our Most Serious Intentions.

The Object Of War Is To Survive It.