It's Hard To Make Progress With Grief.

Someone Watches Over Us When We Write. Mother. Teacher. Shakespeare. God.

I Sometimes Feel I'm A Sort Of Cult Writer, Rather Than A Mainstream Writer, In That Those Who Like My Stuff Like It A Lot, But The Appeal Is Not That Broad.

Sex Was Like Disneyland To Her: An Allotment Of Organized Wonders And Legal Mischief.

[on Stds] This Be Nature’s Way Of Recommending Monogamy.

Probably Human Cruelty Is Fixed And Eternal. Only Styles Change.