Taste ... is a matter of taste (Tad Allagash)

You have friends who actually care about you and speak the language of the inner self. You have avoided them of late. Your soul is as disheveled as your apartment, and until you can clean it up a little you don't want to invite anyone inside.

A modest critique of an age in which an actor is the President, in which fashion models are asked for their opinions, in which getting into a nightclub is seen as a significant human achievement.

Most all of the writers I admired when I was in my teens and twenties died young. Fitzgerald lived the longest. He was 44. Dylan Thomas was 39. And then once you're approaching 40, you suddenly think, "Well, maybe I would like to live longer than Fitzgerald or Thomas."

My former wife is a very eccentric woman, which is why I still love her.

We've been hearing about the death of the novel ever since the day after Don Quixote was published.

You know, Im always surprised when I read profiles, and they make me sound so jaded. I am so not jaded.