Banks and churches and courtrooms all depend on the appurtenances of theatre. On illusion. Banks, the illusion of stability and honourable dealings to the rot and corruption of capitalist exploitation...
Of course movies today no longer require film. They are recorded and held in digital suspension as ones and zeroes. And so at the moment the last remaining piece of the world is lit and shot for a mov...
A person cannot live without looking for good signs, you just cannot do it, and I thought these signs were good.
The forms of life were volatile and that everything in the world could as easily be something else.
I remember holding her in my arms and absolving God of meaninglessness.
Dimmi, Homer, possiamo davvero dirci liberi, se lo siamo solo quando ce lo permettono? (pag. 98)
The three most important documents a free society gives are a birth certificate, a passport, and a library card.
You're nothing more than a clever prostitute. You accepted the conditions in which you found yourself and you triumphed.
To Morgan, the disfigurement of his monstrous nose was the touch of God upon him, the assurance of mortality. It was the steadiest assurance he had.
The consumption of food was a sacrament of success. A man who carried a great stomach before him was thought to be in his prime. Women went into hospitals to die of burst bladders, collapsed lungs, ov...
She's some kind of Socialist-anarchist-anarcho-syndicalist-Communist. Unless you're one of them you can't tell exactly what any of them are.
Orthodox devotions that do not let in the light of modern knowledge are no more than a form of ancestor worship.
It’s a kind of jail, the brain’s mind. We’ve got these mysterious three-pound brains and they jail us.
It was innocents who died, not those born with the strength of no illusions.
I watched bulls bred to cows, watched mares foal, I saw life come from the egg and the multiplicative wonders of mudholes and ponds, the jell and slime of life shimmering in gravid expectation. Everyw...
I knew he was the real thing because when he laughed other men at the table laughed with him.
And so the ordinary unendurable torments we all experienced were indeed exceptional in the way they were absorbed in each heart.
A novelist is a person who lives in other people's skins.
Women went into hospitals to die of burst bladders, collapsed lungs, overtaxed hearts and meningitis of the spine. There
Where most people live, most of us, imagining it to be the real sunlit world when it is only a cave lit by the flickering fires of illusion.