Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past.
Deconstruction glorifies the critic, humiliates the author, and makes the reader wonder why he bothered.
Flattery and insults raise the same question: What do you want?
History takes place between the Fall and the Apocalypse, with a narrow escape route called Salvation.
Dogs often remind us of the human, ail-too human. Cats, never.
The ugly can achieve an absoluteness beyond the reach of beauty.