I Never Thought About Doing

The Real World Is Horrible.

Until Now, I've Been A Kind Of Binge-writer - I'll Carve Out Five Or Six Hours On A Weekend Day And Make A Large Container Of Espresso And Just Bang Out A Lot Of Words.

His Whole Personality Was Like An Elaborate Joke That He Never Stopped Telling.

The Idea Of Some Kind Of Objectively Constant, Universal Literary Value Is Seductive. It Feels Real. It Feels Like A Stone Cold Fact That In Search Of Lost Time, By Marcel Proust, Is Better Than A Shore Thing, By Snooki. And It May Be; Snooki Definitely Has More One-star Reviews On Amazon. But If Literary Value Is Real, No One Seems To Be Able To Locate It Or Define It Very Well. We're Increasingly Adrift In A Grey Void Of Aesthetic Relativism.

You Don’t Learn About Yourself By Being Alone, You Learn About Yourself From Other People.