It Took Hours To Turn

Expecting A Novel To Bear The Weight Of Our Whole Disturbed Society—to Help Solve Our Contemporary Problems—seems To Me A Peculiarly American Delusion. To Write Sentences Of Such Authenticity That Refuge Can Be Taken In Them: Isn't This Enough? Isn't It A Lot?

And Silence Of The Lambs Is A Really Smart Book.

He Had A Happy Canine Way Of Seeking Approval Without Seeming Insecure.

The Problem Was Money And The Indignities Of Life Without It. Every Stroller, Cell Phone, Yankees Cap, And Suv He Saw Was A Torment. He Wasn't Covetous, He Wasn't Envious. But Without Money He Was Hardly A Man.

The World Was Ending Then, It's Ending Still, And I'm Happy To Belong To It Again.