It Seems That So Much Writing Is

Because Nothing Is As Perfect As You Can Imagine It.

Narrator: You Had To Give It To Him: He Had A Plan. And It Started To Make Sense, In A Tyler Sort Of Way. No Fear. No Distractions. The Ability To Let That Which Does Not Matter Truly Slide.

The Amazing Miracle Of Death, When One Second You're Walking And Talking, And The Next Second You're An Object.

He Was Assaulting The World By Assaulting Himself.

I'm Not Really Into Comfort Books. There Are Too Many Of Those As It Is. Just Sort Of Narcotic Books, Like My Grandmother Used To Read. They Have Value Like Paxil Has Value, But There's Plenty Of Them In The World Already. There's A Shortage Of Confronting, Stimulating, Exciting Books.