Memory, So Complete And Clear Or So

Almost The First Thing I Did When I Became Ill Was To Buy A Truly Good Television Set.

I Often Thought Men Stank Of Rage; It Is Why I Preferred Women, And Homosexuals.

In New York One Lives In The Moment Rather More Than Socrates Advised, So That At A Party Or Alone In Your Room It Will Always Be Difficult To Guess At The Long Term Worth Of Anything.

God Is An Immensity, While This Disease, This Death, Which Is In Me, This Small, Tightly Defined Pedestrian Event, Is Merely And Perfectly Real, Without Miracle—or Instruction.

My Protagonists Are My Mother's Voice And The Mind I Had When I Was Thirteen.