I Wanted Things. Whatever It

I Always Cringe When A Male Friend Of Mine, Who's Very Fixated On Women, Puts "compatibility" At The Top Of His List Of Attributes That He Would Be Looking For In A Woman. I Would Replace Compatibility With Dialectic.

You Get Up In The Morning Because You Might Meet A Woman. And If You Stay At Home By Yourself, Alone, You Will Not Meet A Woman.

My Mother And I Will Continue On Some Level That I Havent Determined Yet. I Think My Mothers A Great Character, And I Have To Say That Giving My Mother To The World Has To Be The Biggest Thrill Of My Writing Career.

My Father Actually Went To College, And My Mother Went To Nursing School, So, You Know. I Wouldn't... They Were Actually Too Square And Right-wing To Be Hip, Too Well-educated To Be White Trash, Too Sexy To Be Square. They Really Didn't Fit Any Mold. They Weren't Really Hipsters. They Were Just - They Were Two Of A Kind, Those Two.

Periodically I Just Notch Up. And Everyone Among My Colleagues Thinks That Perfidia - In Its Accessibility, Its Big Throbbing Heart - Will Be The Biggest Notch Up Yet. We'll See What Happens. It's On My Ass.