The thinness of contemporary life. I can poke my finger through it.
TO BE A TOURIST is to escape accountability. Errors and failings don't cling to you the way they do back home. You're able to drift across continents and languages, suspending the operation of sound t...
It's my contention that each book creates its own structure and its own length. I've written three or four slim books. It may be that the next novel is a big one, but I don't know.
The half-concealed disasters that constitute a life.
I was too much of a Bronx kid to read Emerson or Hawthorne.
That clean but lonely feeling when there are no other cars. The traffic lights changing just for you.
Il libro si adatta alla mano, si adatta all'individuo. Il modo in cui tieni in mano un libro e giri le pagine, mani e occhi, i movimenti meccanici per rastrellare la ghiaia su una calda strada di camp...
Why are free spirits always so fucking dumb?
Think of the great poetry, the music and dance and ritual that spring forth from our aspiring to a life beyond death. Maybe these things are justification enough for our hopes and dreams, although I w...
I still respond to that thing you feel in an office, wearing a crisp suit and sensing the linked grids lap around you. It is all about the enfolding drone of the computers and fax machines. It is abou...
It is the nature and pleasure of townspeople to distrust the city. All the guiding principles that might flow from a center of ideas and cultural energies are regarded as corrupt, one or another kind...
Time and death: It's the ultimate vision of an artist at the end of everything. It's just what's there. It was not something I planned to do.
Doesn't seem quite real. It's not meaningful. I can't quite imagine myself being 73. That's the age my father was! [Laughter.] How can I be his age? It's weird.
The genius of the primitive mind is that it can render human helplessness in noble and beautiful ways.
The flow is constant, Alfonse said. Words, pictures, numbers, facts, graphics, statistics, specks, waves, particles, motes. Only a catastrophe gets our attention. We want them, we need them, we depend...
Days like this. i look at you and feel electric. tell me you don't feel it too._Eric Packer
This is death. I don't want it to tarry awhile so I can write a monograph. I want it to go away for seventy or eighty years.
When times are bad, people feel compelled to overeat.
Brian ebbe un attimo di illuminazione. Guardò tutta quella spazzatura in perenne aumento e per la prima volta capì in cosa consistesse il suo lavoro. Non in progettazione o trasporto o riduzione alla...
Embodied in objects was a partial sense of sharing. They didn't lift their eyes from their respective sets. But noises bound them, a cyclist kick-starting, the plane that came winding down the five mi...