"I do things like get in a taxi and say, "The library, and step on it."
"My own terror of appearing sentimental is so strong that I’ve decided to fight against it, some; but the terror is still there. . . . Do you identify with a distaste/fear about sentimentality? Do you agree that, past a certain line, such distaste can turn everything arch and sneering and too ironic? Or do you have your own set of abstract questions to drive yourself nuts with?"
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Source: David Foster Wallace by Deborah Treisman, www.newyorker.com. September 29, 2008.
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