I Was Just, Like, Not At All

I Wanted Everything. What Could You Not Want When You Are Brown And Indian-looking In A Society In Which The White Aesthetic Is Praised As Acceptable?

Women Are Not Roses Women Have No Beginning Only Continual Flows. Though Rivers Flow Women Are Not Rivers. Women Are Not Roses They Are Not Oceans Or Stars. I Would Like To Tell Her This But I Think She Already Knows.

Paris, True To Its Promise, Had Been A Place Of Civilized Indecencies, Or Uncivil Decencies.

I Was Just, Like, Not At All The Office Type; I Was The Artist Type.

As Time Has Gone On And We're At The End Of The 20th Century And Major Publishing Is A Big Business, Yes, Of Course We're Going To Get A Lot Of Plain, Mediocre Trash. There Are A Lot Of Writers Who Get Huge Advances For Books That Don't Go Anywhere And They Have To Burn Them Somewhere Or Throw Them Away. I Always Think About All The Poor Trees That Have Been Sacrificed.