My heart goes out to him. Sort of. Because empathy depends on how you've spent your day.

Whether you're eighteen or sixty, in a certain way, whatever you know is valid.

Twitter is a deliberate abstention. Somehow I hate the idea of there always being, in the back of my mind, this little voice saying: 'Oh, I should tweet about this.'

To understand any plea for further consideration of a group you don't know anything about to be some form of, quote, political correctness. These things are bubbling right under us.

Goodbye. I'm leaving because I'm bored.

As a writer I'm essentially just trying to impersonate a first-time reader, who picks up the story and has to decide, at every point, whether to keep going.

What evil does first in the world, maybe, is distract us from our pursuit of goodness.