It was just an idea I had, that it could be cool to have a book covered in fake fur.

I often cannot believe the things I do.

I've purposely stayed away from reading much about postmodern theory, and most everything I have read just bored me to tears. I don't think anybody's written about it, or very few have, with any verve.

I had grown up as a fan of Studs Terkel. In Chicago he sort of looms large and is mentioned often.

Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves.

If you don't want anyone to know about your existence, you might as well kill yourself. You're taking up space, air.

In all my life I'd never been approached this way, the car pulling up, the Where you going? It was something I wish had happened hundreds of times. I was a looker - someone who looked over at every car at every traffic light, hoping something would happen, and almost never finding anyone looking back - always everyone looking forwards, and every time I felt stupid. Why should people look at you? Why should they care?