Dying man couldn't make up his mind which place to go to-both have their advantages, heaven for the climate, hell for the company!
The problem with learning the truth about things is that you lose the confidence that comes from being dumb.
Get it out of your head that wine’s just a drink. Real wine is like a missing human gene. It vaccinates you against mundanity, against bad life.
Don’t be lookin up at no sky for help. Look down here, at us twisted dreamers.
If your ethical model defeats you, change the model.
And here I'm struck by an epiphany so monstrous in its scale, so blinding in its effect that I feel my skin has turned inside out under the sun, that my innards possess magnetic qualities able to call vast fortunes together. And it's this: anything can happen if I want it to.
I sense a learning: that much dumber people than you end up in charge.
The only way to find your voice is to use it
For whatever reason, thus far it's been important to me not to write that kind of collection. Which means that I've spent months playing tic-tac-notecard, trying to get the stories in an order whereby stories that are similar in any given way (diction, narrative stance, setting, plot) are separated by others that aren't.
I started faster today which was good. I returned well but my serve was good, which was the key. I think I'm getting used to the conditions.
When you're invisible, no one can see that you're different.