Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic and a dyslexic?

I'm screaming for help and everybody's acting as if I'm singing Ethel Merman covers.

The problem is that once the rules of art are debunked, and once the unpleasant realities the irony diagnoses are revealed and diagnosed, 'then' what do we do?

Writing fiction takes me out of time. I sit down and the clock will not exist for me for a few hours. That’s probably as close to immortal as we’ll ever get.

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

Great short stories and great jokes have a lot in common. Both depend on what communication-theorists sometimes called "exformation," which is a certain quantity of vital information removed from but evoked by a communication in such a way as to cause a kind of explosion of associative connections within the recipient.

Talent is its own expectation, Jim: you either live up to it or it waves a hankie, receding forever.