(b. 1956– )
U.S. author and humorist
David Sedaris
Notewise, whenever I read a passage that moves me, I transcribe it in my diary, hoping my fingers might learn what excellence feels like.
“By the Book,” New York Times, April 12, 2012.
I should be used to the way Americans dress when traveling, yet still it manages to amaze me. It’s as if the person next to you had been washing shoe polish off a pig, then suddenly threw down his sponge, saying, “Fuck this. I’m going to Los Angeles.”
“Standing By,” The New Yorker, August 9, 2010, 33–35.