
An ongoing digital archive proving that I read, I saw, and I actually paid attention.



“Do you know what they get to keep if you stay here? You want them to have all the height and all the power? You just gonna let them have Billie’s flower? If they get that, then they get Ella’s scat, they get Pac’s rap, they get Oprah’s wagon of fat…. and I’ll be damned if I leave and they get to keep Whitney off crack!”

“Book me a table at a café where the waiters know who I am. I’m in the mood for adulation.”



“It strikes me that the glory of art is the glory of survival, for survival is an inhuman property. It is an attribute of mountains and objects, of the worthless toys in the children’s bedroom at home that will outlive us all. That which is human decays and disappears, only in art does the quality of humanity favor survival. Only in art is a record kept of an instant, that the next instant does not erase.”



“Do you know what a cliché is? It’s a story so fine and thrilling that it’s grown old in its hopeful retelling.”




