If It's Red, French, Costs Too Much,

I Realized That I Might Not Ever Make It As A Writer, That It Might Be Because I Wasn't Good Enough, Or That It Might Be Because The Odds Were Just Too Long.

You Described The Feeling You’d Always Had Of Being Misplaced, Of Always Standing To One Side Of Yourself, Of Watching Yourself In The World Even As You Were Being In The World, And Wondering If This Was How Everyone Felt. That You Always Believed That Other People Had A Clearer Idea Of What They Were Doing, And Didn’t Worry Quite So Much About Why.

There's A Socialist Bias To The Consensus Of The Literary World: A '30s Mentality That Says Factory Workers Are More Worthy Of Our Attention.

I Love To Imagine Inside The Head Of A Woman.

The Only Thing Worse For Smoking Than Drinking Is Quitting Drinking. Because Then It's The Only Thing You Can Do.