The history of apartheid-era South Africa is incredibly sad and at times infuriatingly incomprehensible.

Before the Civil War, the Southern states were selling a lot of cotton to England and didn't seem to mind British occupation. By and large, the Revolutionary War wasn't at all great for business.

After... The seas have dried out The trains have come to a shrieking holt The hounds of the abyss cease to howl The prisons have closed their doors The pigs have no one to arrest except themselves The drugs no longer have an effect When it's all over All I'll remember is you

We are occupants. No one has any lasting purchase on life or on the planet.

My love is a thousand French poets puking black blood on your Cure CD collection.

I think to write fiction, this is just how I see it, you have to have a powerful need/desire to connect. I can't. Wanting to and not being able to has lead to a lot of misery in my life.

In the worst of times the best among us never lose their moral compass, and that is how they emerge relatively unscathed.