I'm very bright, but I'm terrified of sounding like someone who thinks he's very bright-because those people are assholes.

Ideally, each piece of art's its own unique object, and its evaluation's always present-tense.

There's a weird kind of paradox that the more expensive the vacation is, the more potentially anxiety-producing it is.

It feels intensely twisted to see reigning industry queen Jenna Jameson chilling out at the Vivid booth in Jordaches and a latex bustier and to know already that she has a tattoo of a sundered valentine with the tagline Heart Breaker on her right buttock and a tiny hairless ole just left of her anus.

American experience seems to suggest that people are virtually unlimited in their need to give themselves away, on various levels. Some just prefer to do it in secret.

Tell them there are no holes for your fingers in the masks of men. Tell them how could you ever even hope to love what you can't grab onto.

We're not keen on the idea of the story sharing its valence with the reader. But the reader's own life "outside" the story changes the story.