God Howls With Laughter At Earthly Plans,

God Howls With Laughter At Earthly Plans, You Know?

Genre Is A Bookstore Problem, Not A Literary Problem.

I Think People On Antidepressants Often Lose Sexual Feelings. I Don't Mean That I Think Sex Is Only About Sadness; It Is Obviously About Joy And Vitality And Birth As Well.

Updike Worked This Way, And I Just Kinda Borrowed It From Him. So The Memoir Will Be Relief From Novel Writing For A Moment.

Have I Mentioned That I Expect Death Around Every Turn, That Every Blue Sky Has A Safe Sailing Out Of It, That Every Bus Runs Me Over, That Every Low, Mean Syllable Uttered In My Direction Seems To Intimate The Violence Of Murder, That Every Family Seems Like An Opportunity For Ruin And Every Marriage A Ceremony Into Which Calamity Will Fall And Hearts Will Be Broken And Lives Destroyed And People Branded By The Mortifications Of Love?