Which would be worse - to live as a monster, or to die as a good man?

Or maybe I'd do what I always do - hang out and see what develops. Fatalist to the core.

In Greek tragedy, they fall from great heights. In noir, they fall from the curb.

He wondered if this was what clinical depression felt like, a total numbness, a weary lack of hope.

I was not going to use writing for advertising or journalism. I would tend bar, load trucks, chauffeur - do whatever it took. But from the moment I took my first writing workshop, I was a writer.

I love to write, so it rarely seems like work - even when it gets arduous.

I have a lot of rage about things that didn't happen to me, tied up with watching an immigrant, working-class father struggle to make his way through the world - and seeing how society was modeled to keep him in his place.