We survive until, by sheer stamina, we escape into the dim innocence of our own adulthood and its forgetfulness.

Let's just say, the American school of suburban angst is not my cup of tea.

The more potent, unasked question is how society at large reacts to eager, voluntary violence by females, and to the growing evidence that women can be just as aggressive as men.

There are the those whose own vulgar normality is so apparent and stultifying that they strive to escape it. They affect flamboyant behaviour and claim originality according to the fashionable eccentricities of their time. They claim brains or talent or indifference to mores in desperate attempts to deny their own mediocrity.

But I think everybody should write. I think those people with stories who don't write should be stomped on.

Suddenly the staggering love bursts away from me like milk from a smashed glass.

Prior to penicillin and medical research, death was an everyday occurrence. It was intimate.