Anyone could see it all coming and no one could possibly stop it and that was the beautiful thing. Friday night was open wide and writ in stone - Jonathan Lethem

what exactly is postmodernism, except modernism without the anxiety?

She reassembled her deranged silent treatment of the whole of the twentieth century, but it quit before she could fire it.

…Carlotta hovered over us as we devoured her meatballs, running her floury fingers over the backs of our chairs, then gently touching our heads, the napes of our necks. We pretended not to notice, ashamed in front of one another and ourselves to show that we drank in her nurturance as eagerly as her meat sauce.