I don't know whether to feel good or bad about learning that my experience is widely shared.''Feel bad,' he said.
I could feel myself lapsing into my smallest self, all the vainglorious ideas around me shrunk into personal reverie because what am I in this place but someone in need of self-defense. •
I believe, Jack, there are two kinds of people in the world. Killers and diers. Most of us are diers. We don't have the dispoisiton, the rage or whatever it takes to be a killer. We le death happen. W...
I am ashamed every day, and more ashamed the next. But I will spend the rest of my life in this living space writing these notes, this journal, recording my acts and reflections, finding some honor, s...
How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep a...
How memory conspires with objects of human craft, pressing time flat, inciting a tender reminiscence.
He thinks he's happy but it's just a nerve cell in his brain that's getting too much stimulation or too little stimulation.
Fear is intense self-awareness.
Everyone was a spook or dupe or asset, a double, courier, cutout or defector, or was related to one. We were all linked in a vast and rhythmic coincidence, a daisy chain of rumor, suspicion and secret...
El sexo nos descubre. El sexo nos revela como somos. Por eso es tan estremecedor. Nos despoja de toda apariencia. Veo a una mujer prácticamente desnuda y agotada, necesitada, acariciando una botella d...
Do you think I'm somehow healthier because I don't know how to repress? Is it possible that constant fear is the natural state of man and that by living close to my fear I am actually doing something...
Crowds, Scott said. People trudging along wide streets, pushing carts or riding bikes, crowd after crowd in the long lens of the camera so they seem even closer together than they really are, totally...
Catastrophe is our bedtime story.
But it can't be true that he drifts from one reality to another, independent of the logic of time. This is not possible. You are made out of time. This is the force that tells you who you are. Close y...
But idealists of course are unpredictable. They tend to be the ones who turn bitter overnight, deceived by lies they’ve told themselves.
Before pop art, there was such a thing as bad taste. Now there's kitsch, schlock, camp, and porn.
All plots tend to move deathward. This is the nature of plots.
As technology advances in complexity and scope, fear becomes more primitive.
The shallower our arguments, the more intense we became.
I’m not looking to wear the white man out with my ability to suffer.