My feelings about politics and literature and mathematics and the rest of life’s minutiae can only be described through a labyrinthine of six-sided questions, but everything that actually matters can be explained by Lindsey fucking Buckingham and Stevie fucking Nicks in four fucking minutes.

It is always with the best intentions that the worst work is done.

It is one of the paradoxes of American literature that our writers are forever looking back with love and nostalgia at lives they couldn&#39;t wait to leave.

Written By Anatole Broyard

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