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.

I don't want to have my life fall apart for my work.

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.

The capacity for friendship is God's way of apologizing for our families.

Great minds sink alike, right?

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

I'd like to have the kind of house someday where a carousel horse wouldn't be out of place in the living room.