What do any of us really know about love?

Art doesn't have to do anything. It just has to be there for the fierce pleasure we take in doing it.

This is awful. I don't know what's going to happen to me or to anyone else in the world.

My life is going to change. I feel it.

There's literary creation and literary business. When I first got something accepted, it gave my life a validation it didn't otherwise have.

There is no God, and conversation is a dying art.

There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had.