Everything's A Scandal. Dying's A Scandal. But

Some Nights I Need To Be Held. Tonight I'm A Listener. So Nice To Lie In Rumpled Sheets And Listen. Cover Me With Words.

Money Has Lost Its Narrative Quality The Way Painting Did Once Upon A Time. Money Is Talking To Itself.

The True Life Is Not Reducible To Words Spoken Or Written, Not By Anyone, Ever.

I've Never Made An Outline For Any Novel That I've Written. Never.

The World Isn't Going To Be Destroyed, But You Don't Feel Safe Anymore In Your Plane Or Train Or Office Or Auditorium.