I've finally learned not to want things I cannot have.

The Golden Arches of McDonald's rise, glorious across the landscape, contempo-monolithic, simple in concept as Stonehenge if we could but see it.

I like density, not volume. I like to leave something to the imagination. The reader must fit the pieces together, with the author's discreet help.

Hindsight is common and bland as boiled potatoes.

It was unavoidable, my writing. I feel I had no choice in the matter, no more than I had about an unfortunate bone structure and a healthy head of hair.

I've finally learned not to want things I cannot have.

To fear the bourgeois is bourgeois.