Book Tours Are Such A Little Tapas

I Got Out On The Street And Started Crying The Kind Of Hysterical Tears Made Justifiable Only By Turning Off One’s Cell Phone, Putting It To The Ear, And Pretending To Be Told Of A Death In The Family.

Our Culture's Obsession With Vintage Objects Has Rendered Us Unable To Separate History From Nostalgia. People Want Heart. They Want A Chaser Of Emotion With Their Aesthetics.

Like Most Citizens Of Popular And International Urban Centres, I Don't Take Advantage Of The Cultural Opportunities. Perhaps This Comes From Growing Up In Suburbia. Home Is Where You Eat, Sleep, Read, Watch Television And Ignore Your Parents. It Is Not Where You Go To The Ballet And Then Attend A Heated Panel Discussion About It Afterwards.

Kids Across The Country Have Grown Up Accepting The Idea That No One Can Harm Your Family If At Least One Of Its Adult Members Is In The Shower. No One Knows Why.

I Think It's Hard To Have A Full-time Job And Write Fiction, But For Essays, You Need To Be In The World.