The time of dangling insects arrived. White houses with caterpillars dangling from the eaves. White stones in driveways. You can walk at night down the middle of the street and hear women talking on t...
I was too much of a Bronx kid to read Emerson or Hawthorne.
The thinness of contemporary life. I can poke my finger through it.
The half-concealed disasters that constitute a life.
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.
Why are free spirits always so fucking dumb?
That clean but lonely feeling when there are no other cars. The traffic lights changing just for you.
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...
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.
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...
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
When times are bad, people feel compelled to overeat.
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.
I want to eat lunch. you want to eat lunch. we're people in the world. we need to eat and talk._Eric Packer
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...