Rich Children Are Always Blond,

I Find Myself Thinking More About The Past As I Get Older... Maybe Because There's Just More Of It To Think About. At The Same Time, I'm Less Haunted By It Than I Was As A Younger Person. I Guess That's Probably The Ideal: To Reach A Point Where You Have Access To All Of Your Memories, But You Don't Feel Victimized By Them.

There's Something Very Strange About Associating Me With That Prize. I Had Hoped For It In A More Directed Way As A Journalist. Somehow As A Journalist You Know There Are Pulitzers Out There And You Can Work Hard And Get One. To Win It For Fiction Seems Unbelievable.

I’m Like America ” He Said. Stephanie Swung Around To Look At Him Unnerved. “what Are You Talking About ” She Said. “are You Off Your Meds ” “our Hands Are Dirty ” Jules Said.

I Can't Tell If She's Actually Real, Or If She's Stopped Caring If She's Real Or Not. Or Is Not Caring What Makes A Person Real?

She'd Risked Everything, And Here Was The Result: The Raw, Warped Core Of Her Life.