The way to crush the bourgeoisie is to grind them between the millstones of taxation and inflation.
Writing a novel is one of those modern rites of passage, I think, that lead us from an innocent world of contentment, drunkenness, and good humor, to a state of chronic edginess and the perpetual scanning of bank statements.
I get people to truly accept themselves unconditionally, whether or not their therapist or anyone loves them.

