I Don't Ask Myself What Did I

One Thing You Learn About The Novel As A Form Is That It's Always Smarter Than You Are.

(and Catholics Give Out Forgiveness At About The Same Rate As Politicians Give Out Promises And Whores Give Out)

When A Human Being Becomes A Set Of Data On A Website Like Facebook, He Or She Is Reduced. Everything Shrinks. Individual Character. Friendships. Language. Sensibility.

When I Was Young, I Was Very Technical About These Things. I Didn't Like To Admit To Any Intimate Relation With What I Was Writing.

You Say You Want To Talk, But You Don't . You Stonewall Me.