A Dead Afternoon In A Dark Bar

Freud Is Finished, Einstein's Next.

The Music I Like Best Is Kind Of Frozen In My Mind From The Sixties And Seventies. I Still Listen To The Same Jazz Music I Listened To When I Was Eighteen Years Old, And Like And Admire It Just As Much.

Bloomberg Weighed Three Hundred Pounds. This Itself Was Historical. I Revered His Weight. It Was An Affirmation Of Humanity's Reckless Potential; It Went Beyond Legend And Returned Through Mist To The Lovely Folly Of History. To Weigh Three Hundred Pounds. What Devout Vulgarity.

Stories Have No Point If They Don't Absorb Our Terror.

I Don't Know What I Think About Certain Subjects, Even Today, Until I Sit Down And Try To Write About Them.