Getting Out Of Russia Was

I'm The Fortieth Ugliest Man In This Bar. But So What! So What!... Isn't This How People Used To Fall In Love?

Russia Tried To Introduce Beer As Kind Of The New Vodka - And It's Working With Younger People In Major Cities - But You Can Have Ten Shots Of Vodka And Be Perfectly Okay. If I Had Ten Beers, I Would Be Liquidated.

My Parents Were Kind Enough To Spend Hours Talking To Me.

Good Fiction Makes Me Turn Off All The Other Parts Of My Brain, So That I Become Quiet And Submissive, Entirely At The Mercy Of The Work At Hand.

Then I Celebrated My Wall Of Books. I Counted The Volumes On My Twenty-foot-long Modernist Bookshelf To Make Sure None Had Been Misplaced Or Used As Kindling By My Subtenant. “you’re My Sacred Ones,” I Told The Books. “no One But Me Still Cares About You. But I’m Going To Keep You With Me Forever. And One Day I’ll Make You Important Again.” I Thought About That Terrible Calumny Of The New Generation: That Books Smell.