A good writer knew when not to write. Anybody could type. Not that I was a good typist; also I couldn't spell and I didn't know grammar. But I knew when not to write. It was like fucking. You had to rest the godhead now and then.

“I couldn't get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting in front of …”

“Tinha o cartão Gold Visa. Estava vivo. Talvez. Começava até a me sentir como Ni…”

“Baby, in a couple of minutes I'm going to rip off your god damned panties and s…”

“I have loved you womanas surely as I have named yourust and sand and nylon.”