I Write Out Of Defiance.

It's Too Easy To Say This Or That Is "race," And That Has Been A Vehicle For An Incredible Amount Of Wrong In The World.

Writing Is Not A Profession. It's A Calling. It's Almost Holy.

I Was Just Looking At Moving To Cambridge, And A House I Was Looking At Cost A Million Dollars. Because Somehow, That's What A House Costs. And I Was Thinking, "how Can It Be?" And I Was Thinking, "what Am I Doing? Am I Going To Be Niall Ferguson, That Horrible Man?

I Was Then At The Height Of My Two-facedness: That Is, Outside I Seemed One Way, Inside I Was Another; Outside False, Inside True.

Habit Gives Endurance, And Fatigue Is The Best Night Cap.