That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.

It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

A great danger, or at least a great temptation, for many writers is to become too autobiographical in their approach to their fiction. A little autobiography and a lot of imagination are best.

It's strange. You never start out life with the intention of becoming a bankrupt or an alcoholic or a cheat and a thief. Or a liar.

I am a cigarette with a body attached to it

That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.

there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.