Most Movies Are Not Very Good. Most

It Is Always Self-defeating To Pretend To The Style Of A Generation Younger Than Your Own; It Simply Erases Your Own Experience In History.

Being Neurotic Seemed To Be A Kind Of Wild Card, An All-purpose Explanation.

I Think When You Are Truly Stuck, When You Have Stood Still In The Same Spot For Too Long, You Throw A Grenade In Exactly The Spot You Were Standing In, And Jump, And Pray. It Is The Momentum Of Last Resort.

The Writer Has A Grudge Against Society, Which He Documents With Accounts Of Unsatisfying Sex, Unrealized Ambition, Unmitigated Loneliness, And A Sense Of Local And Global Distress.

Moral Self-infatuation Has Its Own Corruptions, After All. With Time, Almost Every Other Principle Of The Magazine Acquired An Ironic Echo, A Sort Of Cackling Aftermath.