The time I kill is killing me.

If you corner me, you are going to hear some unwelcome truths.

Spirituality now wanders from sex to drugs to art to revolution to violence--whatever seems to promise deliverance from the quotidian.

A successful restaurant makes everything in it, including the patrons, seem a little better than they are.

Worry is not thought; complaining is not action.

Self-criticism expands the opportunities for discourse and eliminates the need for an adversary.

Fastidious taste makes enjoyment a struggle.