Let Me Tell You A Few Things

And If There Is No God? You Act As If There Is, And It's The Same Thing.

Do You Ever Want To Go Home?' I Asked Paul. He Brushed An Ash From My Face. 'it's The Century Of The Displaced Person,' He Said. 'you Can Never Go Home.

To Know I Was Beautiful In His Eyes Made Me Beautiful.

A Novel Is Like A Dream In Which Everyone Is You. They’re All Parts Of Yourself.

We Don't Have A Unitary Society Anymore, You Know; It's Very Fragmented. I Look Up And Down My Block In Silverlake And There Is A Different Universe In Every House.