Every book for me is an exorcism in some way or another, working through my feelings at the time.

... her taste in music haunted my memory and I had to stop at Tower Records on the Upper West Side to buy ninety dollars' worth of rap CDs but, as expected, I'm at a loss: [...] voices uttering ugly words like digit, pudding, chunk.

And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention

Fear never shows up and the party ends early.

If you come at movies with your own sense of morality and not your own sense of aesthetics, I think you're screwed. I think that's not a way to look at movies.

History is sinking and only a very few seem dimly aware that things are getting bad.

I needed something--the distraction of another life--to alleviate fear.