You can tell five minutes into it what a girl is after, when she starts asking how much money I make or tells me, 'I wanna be an actress.'
If I were a writer, how I would enjoy being told the novel is dead. How liberating to work in the margins, outside a central perception. You are the ghoul of literature. Lovely.
There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings.

