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.

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.

Most novelists I know went through a period of intense self-examination and self-loathing after the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center. I certainly did.

Add anchovies to almost anything, in moderation, and it will taste better.

There's a socialist bias to the consensus of the literary world: a '30s mentality that says factory workers are more worthy of our attention.

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

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