And I found both literature and the church very dramatic presences in the world of the 1950s.

Though, as he was torn into a pink upper air, she was a good craft to ride in, for her belly was firm and her breasts enabled a flying man good hold and emotions of heady safety. . . . Steering her peasant tits he bounded off stars.

Coitus is random, children are definite.

The principle was, death should not be entered like some snug harbor. It should be an unambiguous refusal to surrender.

Personal finances are like people’s personal health, crucial and tragic to the sufferer but tedious to the listener.

And I definitely wanted to be a writer, but I felt a duty now, having used up those educational resources, I felt a duty to the church and my parents to become a priest.

It's only when you abandon your ambitions that they become possible.