The written word still enjoyed a certain prestige here. It was a sluggish country.

I think that the collectible ephemera craze/awareness is probably driven by a reverse market, rebounding off the sense of everything being mass-produced. It's the last step you take in trying to find something unique.

Naps are essential to my process. Not dreams, but that state adjacent to sleep, the mind on waking.

The 'Net is a waste of time.

The experience of celebrity is gradually being democratized.

His smile was the nightmare in my back pocket.(Speaking about Ronald Reagan)

There are bits of the literal future right here, right now, if you know how to look for them.