I Think Of Memory As A Game,

The Interesting Thing About Something In The Back Of Your Mind Is That It Can Travel Pretty Far Back In Your Mind.

I Always Thought Of My Work As Being Animated By A Spirit Of Unhinged Generosity.

When You Are A Child, You Often Stare Too Closely At The Wrong Thing. I Remember The First Time I Was Taken To Yankee Stadium. Someone Had Spilled Something Sweet Earlier In The Day And The Ground Was Covered With Ants. I Spent The Whole Game Staring At The Ants, And That Was More Fascinating Than The Game.

I Think As I Have Gotten Older, My Feelings About My Role In The Culture As A Writer, And Me Specifically, Has Changed, And Has Become More Degraded And Marginalized. This May Be A More Personal And Psychological Than A Sociological Insight, But I Feel More Vulnerable.

I Was An Infinitely Hot And Dense Dot.