I'm developing a mild rash at the idea of "plugging" anything, because it's not how I roll.

Most of those who spend their lives as critics secretly wish they'd be considered important enough for someone to bother criticizing them.

I never want to think or write about the topic again when I'm finished with it.

I write to please myself.

I'm still an obsessive personality, and I still think I'm right, and I still believe my literary balls hang far lower than nearly anyone else's alive.

Plenty of people have bad divorces, but few of them end up with cancer, imprisonment, and public scorn. In the dark, rolling, treacherous wake of that sunken ship, the last thing I sought was a "relationship" or, heaven forbid, marriage.

Whenever I visit an industrialized nation that isn't the United States, it immediately becomes apparent how much more educated and informed and aware of international events their citizens are compared to Americans.