How can you be alienated without first having been connected?

There was no particular point at which I stopped being promising.

Is death that which gives meaning to life?

Capitalism arose and took off its pajamas. Another day, another dollar. Each man is valued at what he will bring in the marketplace. Meaning has been drained from work and assigned instead to remuneration.

We are what we have been told about ourselves. We are the sum of the messages we have received. The true messages. The false messages.

And I sat there getting drunker and drunker and more in love and more in love...And you can never touch a girl in the same way more than once, twice, or another number of times however much you may wish to hold, wrap, or otherwise fix her hand, or look, or some other quality, or incident, known to you previously.

There's not a strong autobiographical strain in my fiction. A few bits of fact here and there.