...water Laughing Softly Down A Black Stone

I Can't Tell If She's Actually Real, Or If She's Stopped Caring If She's Real Or Not. Or Is Not Caring What Makes A Person Real?

Americans Are Less Selfish Than Some Of Our Politicians Believe And Will Respond With Reason And Resilience To Passionate Clarity.

We Lie. That's What We Do. You're Selling Me A Line Of Bullshit And You Want Me To Sell You A Line Of Bullshit Back So You Can Write A Major Line Of Bullshit And Be Paid For It.

There's Something Very Strange About Associating Me With That Prize. I Had Hoped For It In A More Directed Way As A Journalist. Somehow As A Journalist You Know There Are Pulitzers Out There And You Can Work Hard And Get One. To Win It For Fiction Seems Unbelievable.

Like All Failed Experiments, That One Taught Me Something I Didn’t Expect: One Key Ingredient Of So-called Experience Is The Delusional Faith That It Is Unique And Special, That Those Included In It Are Privileged And Those Excluded From It Are Missing Out.