Reality doesn't happen until you analyze the dots.
Property is no longer about power, personality andcommand. It's not about vulgar display or tasteful display. Because it no longer has weight or shape.The only thing that matters is the price you pay....
People hurried past, the others of the street, endless anonymous, twenty-one lives per second, race-walking in their faces and pigments, sprays of fleetest being.
People getting older become more fond of objects. I think this is true. Particular things. A leather-bound book, a piece of furniture, a photograph, a painting, the frame that holds the painting. Thes...
Past, present and future are not amenities of language. Time unfolds into the seamsof being. It passes through you, making and shaping.
Out of some persistent sense of large-scale ruin, we kept inventing hope.
Only writing could soak up his loneliness and pain. Written words could tell him who he was.
Once you start a file, Delphine, it's just a matter of time before the material comes pouring in. Notes, lists, photos, rumors. Every bit and piece and whisper in the world that doesn't have a life un...
No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.
My life is either/or. Either I chew regular gum or I chew sugarless gum. Either I chew gum or I smoke. Either I smoke or I gain weight. Either I gain weight or I run up the stadium step.''Sounds like...
Murray says it is possible to be homesick for a place even when you are there.
Modern communications don't shrink the world, they make it bigger. Faster planes make it bigger. They give us more, they connect more things. The world isn't shrinking at all. People who say it's shri...
Memory is the faculty of absolution. Men developed memories to ease their disquiet over things they did as men. The deep past is the only innocence and therefore necessary to retain.
Maybe when we die, the first thing we’ll say is, 'I know this feeling. I was here before.
Maybe what has to happen is that the individual must allow himself to be swept along, must find himself in the stream of no-choice, the single direction. This is what makes things inevitable. You use...
Maybe they sensed that they were waving at themselves, waving in the hope that someday if evidence is demanded of their passage through time, demanded by their own doubts, a moment might be recalled w...
Maybe there is no death as we know it. Just documents changing hands.
Maybe it was the hip-sprung way she moved, high-assed and shiny, alert to surfaces, like a character in a B movie soaked in alimony and gin.
May the days be aimless. Let the seasons drift. Do not advance the action according to a plan.
Marvin thought of his bowel movements as BMs, a phrase he'd heard an army doctor mutter once. His BMs were turning against him, turning violent in a way. He and Eleanor went through the Dolomites and...