New York was no mere city. It was instead an infinitely romantic notion, the mysterious nexus of all love and money and power, the shining and perishable dream itself.

Was it only by dreaming or writing that I could find out what I thought?

It kills me when people talk about California hedonism. Anybody who talks about California hedonism has never spent a Christmas in Sacramento.

To free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves - there lies the great, singular power of self-respect.

To free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves - there lies the great, singular power of self-respect.

Grammar is a piano I play by ear. All I know about grammar is its power.

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.