I Am A Totally Public Person.

I Am The Person Who Is Appropriating Stories That Are Not Mine And Turning Them Into A Book.

People Seem Able To Love Their Dogs With An Unabashed Acceptance That They Rarely Demonstrate With Family Or Friends. The Dogs Do Not Disappointment Them, Or, If They Do, The Owners Manages To Forget About It Quickly. I Want To Learn To Love People Like This, The Way I Love My Dog, With Pride And Enthusiasm And A Complete Amnesia For Faults. In Short, To Love Others The Way My Dog Loves Me.

It's Easier To Love A Woman When You Can't Understand A Word She's Saying.

Maybe The Private Life Wasn't Forever. Maybe Everyone Got It For A Little While And Then Spent The Rest Of Their Lives Remembering.

[i Remember Going] To A Hotel Gym At Six O'clock In The Morning, And The Television Was On, And It's Some Drama In Which Two Men Have Clearly Kidnapped A Woman. They're Interrogating Her, And They Put A Plastic Bag Over Her Head. They're Suffocating Her, And I'm Thinking, It's Six O'clock In The Morning! Why Does Anybody Need To See This? How Can I Find The Off Switch?