I have so little control over the act of writing that it's all I can do to remain conscious.

There is nothing so cleansing or reassuring as a vicarious sadness.

I do not go outdoors. Not more than I have to. As far as I'm concerned, the whole point of living in New York City is indoors. You want greenery? Order the spinach.

I have so little control over the act of writing that it's all I can do to remain conscious.

Everybody's got something. In the end, what choice does one really have but to understand that truth, to really take it in, and then shop for groceries, get a haircut, do one's work; get on with the business of one's life. That's the hope, anyway.

Youth is not wasted on the young, it is perpetrated on the young.

There is supercomputer somewhere in the Nevada desert whose sole function is to count the number of times that I have said the following, because it is unquantifiable by human minds at this point, but this time it’s really true: I should have stayed home.