We Hated Pretentiousness; It Was A Form

Memoir Implies The Need To Reveal Something About Yourself - To Recount Your Life For Educational Purposes.

We Dreamt Of Light, But Hoped For Darkness.

I Never Thought Of Myself As An Outsider. Because Outside Of What? You Would Have To Give Advantage To This Space Where You're Not, To Think Of It As Sovereign Because You're Not There. I Was Always In The Center Of Where I Needed To Be.

I Write And Read With The Assumption That Literature Contains Knowledge Of Human Experience That Is Not Available Otherwise.

There Are Moments In Life When It Is All Turned Inside Out--what Is Real Becomes Unreal, What Is Unreal Becomes Tangible, And All Your Levelheaded Efforts To Keep A Tight Ontological Control Are Rendered Silly And Indulgent.