Fiction is art and art is the triumph over chaos… to celebrate a world that lies spread out around us like a bewildering and stupendous dream.

“His life was not confined and the delight he took in this observation could not…”

“...the sounds next door served as a kind of trip wire: I seemed to stumble and …”

“These stories seem at times to be stories of a long-lost world when the city of…”

“There is a terrible sameness to the euphoria of alcohol and the euphoria of met…”