I'm Way Past The Idea Of Using

To Me, There's Nothing On Earth Other Than Women. It's Why I Get Out Of Bed Every Morning.

She Quoted A Dead Playwright And Called Me A Bullet With Nothing But A Future. She Understood My Lack Of Self-pity. She Knew Why I Despised Everything That Might Restrict My Forward Momentum. She Knew That Bullets Have No Conscience. They Speed Past Things And Miss Their Marks As Often As They Hit Them.

I Don't Have A Cellphone Or A Computer. I Deliberately Circumscribe My Mental Life Within The Periods That I Write About, And The Power Of Perfidia Is That It's The Result Of Complete Immersion. I Was There For The Two Years That It Took Me To Write That Book.

I Wanted To Portray A Newly Democratized, Enclosed Society. I Wanted To Show How Extraordinarily Fluid People Are In Their Embrace Of Other Human Beings.

I Always Cringe When A Male Friend Of Mine, Who's Very Fixated On Women, Puts "compatibility" At The Top Of His List Of Attributes That He Would Be Looking For In A Woman. I Would Replace Compatibility With Dialectic.