– What are these?

– My life's work. My memoirs. My confession.

– What have you done?

– I've been bad. Repeatedly. But why brag? The details of my exploits are only a pretext for a … far more expansive consideration of general truths.

– What is this?

– It's a philosophy. A poetics. A politics, if you will. A literature of protest. A novel of ideas. A pornographic magazine of truly comic-book proportions. It is in the end whatever the hell I want it to be. And when I'm through with it, it's going to blow a hole this wide … straight through the world's idea of itself.

dialogue from Henry Fool