I've never seen a weirder group of people than at the post office. It looks like people are crawling out from under rocks to go to the post office.

My favourite books are Charles Bukowski's 'Post Office' and 'Women.'

Well, the post office is probably not the place you want to go if you want to be infused with patriotism and a renewed sense of vigor.

The blankets had fallen off and I stared down at her white back, the shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke through that skin. Little blades. She was helpless.

The way I understand it, the Russians are sort of a combination of evil and incompetence... sort of like the Post Office with tanks.

Now I have to have the biggest P.O. box in the entire post office to get all the manuscripts coming in.