Delia's arms were inscribed with a grid of self- inflicted wounds, an intricate text of self-loathing

If being a spokesman for a generation is a fleeting occupation, being a symbol of an era is downright dangerous for anyone who has the bad luck to outlive it.

If it's red, French, costs too much, and tastes like the water that's left in the vase after the flowers have died and rotted, it's probably Burgundy.

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

Something changed. Somewhere along the line you stopped accelerating.

I don't think I've left a trail of weeping women in my wake. I mean, the number of serious relationships I've had has not been into double digits.

There is a shabby nobility in failing all by yourself.