It Still Astounds Me, After Forty Years,

It Still Astounds Me, After Forty Years, That There Is No Good Bread Between Chicago And San Francisco.

Candy Is My Fuel. Ice Cream, Too.

Not Every Novel That Wants To Be A Tragedy Gets To Be One.

Everything Is Toxic. That's The Point. You Can't Avoid Toxins. Thinking You Can Is Just Another Symptom Of The Toxic Overload Stage.

A Bookstore Is One Of The Few Places Where All The Cantankerous, Conflicting, Alluring Voices Of The World Co-exist In Peace And Order And The Avid Reader Is As Free As A Person Can Possibly Be, Because She Is Free To Choose Among Them.