You have to eat your technique. Digest it. It's in your blood, but you're not concerned with it anymore.

On their sofas of spice and feathers, the concubines also slept fretfully. In those days the Earth was still flat, and people dreamed often of falling over edges.

I don't have a very high opinion, actually, of the world of criticism - or the practice of criticism. I think I admire art criticism, criticism of painting and sculpture, far more than I do that of say films and books, literary or film criticism. But I don't much like the practice. I think there are an awful lot of bad people in it.

From the outside, my life may look chaotic, but inside I feel like some kind of monk licking an ice cream cone while straddling a runaway horse.

Hawaii made the mouth of her soul water.

Why procrastinate when you can precognitate?

Here's an idea: let's get over ourselves, buy a cherry pie, and go fall in love with life.