It's In Great Joy That We Grasp

When You Are A Child, You Often Stare Too Closely At The Wrong Thing. I Remember The First Time I Was Taken To Yankee Stadium. Someone Had Spilled Something Sweet Earlier In The Day And The Ground Was Covered With Ants. I Spent The Whole Game Staring At The Ants, And That Was More Fascinating Than The Game.

I Think As I Have Gotten Older, My Feelings About My Role In The Culture As A Writer, And Me Specifically, Has Changed, And Has Become More Degraded And Marginalized. This May Be A More Personal And Psychological Than A Sociological Insight, But I Feel More Vulnerable.

“et Tu, Babe” Was Born Out Of My Absolute Certainty That A Writer’s Life Was Solitary And Insular, And I Was Happy With That. I Love Reading And Writing, It’s My Whole Life.

I Was An Infinitely Hot And Dense Dot.

You Are Fiercely Heterosexual And Well-formed, And It's No One's Business That You've Shrunk Your Parents And Keep Them In A Terranium, But You Have A Gatling Gun For A Mouth, And If That's A Diary You're Producing From Your Cleavage, I'm Leaving.