Myth Continues To Be A Valuable Way

My Mom Says I'm Destined To Be The Sort Of Man Who Uses Big Words But Pronounces Them Incorrectly.

Pain Collected Into Deep Pockets And I Was Aware Of This Painbut Somehow I Could Not Seem To Feel It. It Was Like A Body-deafness.

America's Great Talent, I Think, Is To Generate Desires That Would Never Have Occurred, Natively,... And To Make Those Desires So Painfully Real That Money Becomes A Fiction, An Imaginary Means To Some Concrete End.

Regret Is A Pilgrimage Back To The Place Where I Was Free To Choose.

When You're A Kid, It's Hard To Tell The Innocuous Secrets From The Ones That Will Kill You If You Keep Them.