The future's another country, man... And I still ain't got a passport.

Sometimes you get a flash of what you look like to other people.

The past is always tense, the future perfect.

The choices a writer makes within a tradition - preferring Milton to Moliere, caring for Barth over Barthelme - constitute some of the most personal information we can have about him.

Sometimes, one wants to have the illusion that one is making ones own life, out of ones own resources.

You don't come to live here unless the delusion of a reality shaped around your own desires isn't a strong aspect of your personality. A reality shaped around your own desires - there is something sociopathic in that ambition.

Step back from your Facebook Wall for a moment: Doesn't it, suddenly, look a little ridiculous? Your life in this format?