Maybe When I'm Sixty-five I'll Talk About

The Process Of Composition, Messing Around With Paragraphs And Trying To Make Really Good Prose, Is Hardwired Into My Personality.

God Howls With Laughter At Earthly Plans, You Know?

I Suppose I Should Say That I Treasure Blasphemy, As A Faith Of The Highest Order.

I Believe That God Locates Himself At The Spot Where You Recognize Your Own Fallibility....and The Paradox Of It All Has Been That Whenever I Give Up I Seem To Do Better.

Capitalism, In The Realm Of Sexuality, I Figure, Thinks That We Behave In Specific Ways, Like A Breast Is Always Going To Produce A Hard-on For Some Product, Whereas The Truth Is That Sexuality Is Always A Continuum, Which Can Be Characterized By Reversals.