The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever. The true life takes place when we're alone, thinking feeling, lost in memory, dreamingly self-aware, the submicroscopic...
The supermarket shelves have been rearranged. It happened one day without warning. There is agitation and panic in the aisles, dismay in the faces of older shoppers. They walk in a fragmented trance,...
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The more things I threw away, the more I found.
The long soft life is what I feel I’m settling into and the only question is how deadly it will turn out to be. But
The less important you are in an office, the more they expect the happy smile.
The kids are a guarantee of our relative longevity. We're safe as long as they're around. But once they get big and scatter, she wants to be the first to go. She is afraid I will die unexpectedly, sne...
The game doesn't change the way you sleep or wash your face or chew your food. It changes nothing but your life.
The encounter put me in the mood to shop...Babette and the kids followed me into the elevator, into the shops set along the tiers, through the emporiums and the department stores, puzzled but excited...
The deeper we delve into the nature of things, the looser our structure may seem to become.
The TV was a rage-making machine, working at him all the time, giving him direction and scope, enlarging him in a sense, filling him with a world rage, a great stalking soreness and rancour.
Technology is lust removed from nature.
Technology has become a force of nature. We can’t control it. It comes blowing over the planet and there’s nowhere for us to hide.
Some nights I need to be held. Tonight I'm a listener. So nice to lie in rumpled sheets and listen. Cover me with words.
Some good-bad nights I spent, loving my self-hatred.
Solitude asks no pledges of anyone.
She was shining a light on us, she was coming into being, endlessly being formed and reformed as the muscles in her face worked at smiling and speaking, as the electronic dots swarmed.
She saw the normative life of the planet, business people crossing streets beneath glass towers, the life of sitting on buses that take you logically to destinations, the unnerved surface of rolling p...
Rocks are, but they do not exist.’ After a pause I said, I came across this statement when I was in college and forgot it until very recently. ‘Man alone exists. Rocks are, but they do not exist. Tree...
Remember literature, Charlie? It involved getting drunk and getting laid.