Dostoevski informs everybody; or he ought to.

You are what you love. No? You are, completely and only, what you would die for without, as you say, the thinking twice.

If Realism called it like it saw it, Metafiction simply called it as it saw itself seeing itself see it.

Fiction is about what it is to be a human being.

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

I am concentrating docilely on the question why U.S. restrooms always appear to us as infirmaries for public distress, the place to reagain control.

The interesting thing is why we're so desperate for this anesthetic against loneliness.