The Longer You Work In This Business

'breaking Bad.' Because It's The Best American Narrative Fiction Of The Last Ten Years.

Fiction Novels, That's My Game.

The Fire Was Silent, The Little Houses Collapsing Into The Flames Without Complaint, Flocks Of Sparks Rising To The Sky. At A Distance It Seemed Beautiful, And I Thought It Was Strange That Powerful Violence Is Often So Pleasing To The Eye.

That Is The Way We Decided To Talk, Free And Easy, Two Young Men Discussing A Boxing Match. That Was The Only Way To Talk. You Couldn't Let Too Much Truth Seep Into Your Conversation, You Couldn't Admit With Your Mouth What Your Eyes Had Seen. If You Opened The Door Even A Centimeter, You Would Smell The Rot Outside And Hear The Screams. You Did Not Open The Door. You Kept Your Mind On The Tasks Of The Day, The Hunt For Food And Water And Something To Burn, And You Saved The Rest For The End Of The War.

‎i Was Cursed With The Pessimism Of Both The Russians And The Jews Two Of The Gloomiest Tribes In The World. Still If There Wasn't Greatness In Me Maybe I Had The Talent To Recognize It In Others Even In The Most Irritating Others.