There’s No Grand Plan. All I Know

Hip," I Murmur, Remembering Last Night, How I Lost It Completely In A Stall At Nell's---my Mouth Foaming, All I Could Think About Were Insects, Lots Of Insects, And Running At Pigeons, Foaming At The Mouth And Running At Pigeons.

I Had No Idea That 'less Than Zero' Was Going To Be Read By Anyone Outside Of Los Angeles, And It's - Believe Me, As The Writer Of The Book I'm Somewhat Amused And Intrigued By The Idea That 25 Years Later It's Still Out And People Are Still Reading It.

With "taipei" Tao Lin Becomes The Most Interesting Prose Stylist Of His Generation...

I'm Not A Big Believer In Disciplined Writers. What Does Discipline Mean? The Writer Who Forces Himself To Sit Down And Write For Seven Hours Every Day Might Be Wasting Those Seven Hours If He's Not In The Mood And Doesn't Feel The Juice. I Don't Think Discipline Equals Creativity.

That's How I Became The Damaged Party Boy Who Wandered Through The Wreckage, Blood Streaming From His Nose, Asking Questions That Never Required Answers. That's How I Became The Boy Who Never Understood How Anything Worked. That's How I Became The Boy Who Wouldn't Save A Friend. That's How I Became The Boy Who Couldn't Love The Girl.