Just for the record, the weather today is increasing turmoil with a possible physical and emotional breakdown.

Writers should be able to fully deduct from their taxes all writing-related expenses, including alcohol, parking tickets, court judgments, fines for lewd public behavior, Zoloft, and cigarettes.

And if I do fall asleep, Marla has to keep track of Tyler. Where he goes. What he does. So maybe during the day, I can rush around and undo the damage.

You spend your entire life becoming God and then you die.

You have to keep recycling yourself.

It's not enough to be numbered with the grains of sand on the beach and the stars in the sky.

If you take my stuff apart, you'll find my choruses of repetitions are picked up almost verbatim from Kurt Vonnegut, and my distanced fracture quality is all from Amy Hempel, who's probably my favourite writer.