That isn't writing at all, it's typing.

I'm sure Proust was a big bore.

I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.

I hated Hemingway. I liked Faulkner but he was a bore.

Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.

I live in Brooklyn. By choice. Those ignorant of its allures are entitled to wonder why.

The problem with living outside the law is that you no longer have its protection.