What people discard could make a nation
What good is my truth? My truth means nothing. What if this guy with the gun comes from a planet in a whole different solar system? What we call rain he calls soap. What we call apples he calls rain....
What ambiguity there is in exalted things. We despise them a little.
We're not gonna die We're not gonna die We're not gonna die, leading them in a chant, a mantra that was joyful and mock joyful at the same time because this is New York, New York and we want it both w...
We're a silver gleaming death machine!
We watched him use his spoon to mold the mashed potatoes on his plate into the shape of a volcanic mountain. He poured gravy ever so carefully into the opening at the top. Then he set to work ridding...
We surrounded ourselves with smoke and loud noise. That's the way we chose to live. I'm prepared to defend it.
We drove in silence behind a motorboat being towed by a black pickup. I thought of his remarks about matter and being, those long nights on the deck, half smashed, he and I, transcendence, paroxysm, t...
We create beautiful and lasting things, build vast civilizations. Gorgeous evasions, he said. Great escapes.
We commit our crimes at night and reveal ourselves in the high noon of studio lights.
We can't get outside the aura. We're part of the aura. We're here, we're now.
We are not witnessing the flow of information so much as pure spectacle, or information made sacred, ritually unreadable. The small monitors of the office, home and car become a kind of idolatry here,...
Was she naked? Lasher said. To the waist, Cotsakis said. From which direction? Lasher said.
Vanity is a defensive quality. it contains an element of fear.
Tutto dovrebbe essere qualcosa. Ma non lo è mai. È la natura dell'esistenza.
To weigh three hundred pounds. What devout vulgarity. It seemed a worthwhile goal for prospective saints and flagellants. The new asceticism. All the visionary possibilities of the fast. To feed on th...
Time seems to pass. The world happens, unrolling into moments, and you stop to glance at a spider pressed to its web. There is a quickness of light and a sense of things outlined precisely and streaks...
This is what long journeys are for. To see what’s back behind you, lengthen the view, find the patterns, know the people, consider the significance of one matter or another and then curse yourself or...
There's the life and there's the consumer event. Everything around us tends to channel our lives toward some final reality in print or on film. Two lovers quarrel in the back of a taxi and a question...
There is a seaward bulge of stratocumulus. Sun glint and littoral drift. I see blooms of plankton in a blue of such Persian richness it seems an animal rapture, a colour change to express some form of...