You encountered a misery near the end of the day and it took a while to gauge its full extent. Some miseries had sharp curvature and could be negotiated readily. Others had almost no curvature and you knew you'd be spending hours turning the corner. Great whopping-big planet-sized miseries.

Today's Baudelaires are hip-hop artists.

If you want to have friends, you have to remember that nobody's perfect.

I really enjoy doing both, but I didn't write nonfiction until 1994.

Without privacy there was no point in being an individual.

You see more sitting still than chasing after.

This evening I begin a notebook. If anyone reads this, I trust they will forgive my overuse of "I". I can't stop it. I'm writing this.