Only a lunatic would want to be president. These lunatics are created deliberately by those who wish to be presided over.

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

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.

I get glimpses of the horror of normalcy. Each of these innocents on the street is engulfed by a terror of their own ordinariness. They would do anything to be unique.

Pretty things will swarm you like that, like your heart was a hive of electric bees.

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

I think genetic research is a fascinating and fertile area.