Bored people, unless they sleep a lot, are cruel.

Writing about writing is a bit like talking about a conversation you are having; it tends to obscure desperation about where the next word is coming from.

Do you realize how angry you sound?” must be one of the most infuriating questions in the language.

the time for prizes and competitions at art festivals is over. Competition is too closely tied to values that are alien to the arts.

Sanity ... is the most profound moral option of our time.

Moral self-infatuation has its own corruptions, after all. With time, almost every other principle of the magazine acquired an ironic echo, a sort of cackling aftermath.

Fear . . . is forward. No one is afraid of yesterday.