I told her I certainly would, if I could. I said that I wasn't terribly prolific.
"It doesn't have to be terribly prolific! Just so that it isn't childish and silly." She reflected. "I prefer stories about squalor."
"About what?" I said, leaning forward. "Squalor. I'm extremely interested in squalor."
― my favorite cover band, crystal shit (Jody Beth Rosen), Sunday, 7 August 2005 20:29 (twenty years ago)