May 2013
“The fuck’s the moon’s doing there?”
“Yo, the moon is always there.”
"Miles Klee, on the other hand, is a rascal, a... →
Interviewed by Jay Casey for The Worst at Dinosaur BBQ.
It’s a wonderful restaurant.
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A Complete List Of The Foods I Love That My Wife...
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‘Now it would indeed be interesting,’ he said, ‘to know whether at the moment at which we are walking toward the Swiss Wing, a comedy or a tragedy is being performed in the theatre … This is the first time that I don’t know what is being performed. But you must not tell me … No, don’t say what it is! It should not be hard,’ he said, ‘by...
I’ve seen Ricky’s head blown off or his leg torn off or his guts spilled out so many times that I can count now, and I’m beginning to hit on an idea about what’s going on here, but it’s an idea just out of reach, or it’s like it’s the idea of an idea, or the idea of an idea of an idea, and the harder I try to suss that idea out, the further away from it...
Sneakers: do they have your size? Do they come in a light-colored suede that will be ruined as soon as you set foot outside the store and into the filthy streets of the city? Okay, buy them.
Socks: is that a big bag of them? Don’t check what color, just buy them.
Jeans: skip over the “skinny” and “fashionably ripped” sections. Point vaguely at the rest of the jeans and ask a salesperson for...
“This guy is a hack.”
“Stop reading it!”
“But … no.”
In 1845, a critic for the patrician North British Review decried [the work of Charles Dickens] as an unhealthy alternative to conversation or to games like cricket or backgammon. Anticipating Huxley and Bradbury by a century, he railed against the multiplying effects of serialization on the already hallucinatory powers of the novel:
The form of publication of Mr. Dickens’s works must be...
“For a second it was like: a plane crossing overhead, and the moon, and the squirrel in that tree, and it was like: how is—how is that together.”
April 2013
My narrators aren’t English professors, and I don’t want them to sound like they...
– Someone Who Really Needn’t Worry About That
“Can you close the bathroom door? The draft is blowing the shower curtain.”
[Closes door.]
“Thanks.”
[Seconds later, from within:]
“Goddammit! Where are you getting wind from!”