There Is A Shabby Nobility In Failing

A Modest Critique Of An Age In Which An Actor Is The President, In Which Fashion Models Are Asked For Their Opinions, In Which Getting Into A Nightclub Is Seen As A Significant Human Achievement.

Most Novelists I Know Went Through A Period Of Intense Self-examination And Self-loathing After The Terrorist Attacks On The World Trade Center. I Certainly Did.

Something Changed. Somewhere Along The Line You Stopped Accelerating.

If Being A Spokesman For A Generation Is A Fleeting Occupation, Being A Symbol Of An Era Is Downright Dangerous For Anyone Who Has The Bad Luck To Outlive It.

I Realized That I Might Not Ever Make It As A Writer, That It Might Be Because I Wasn't Good Enough, Or That It Might Be Because The Odds Were Just Too Long.