“ Feeling for the first time what it meant to kick open doors that kept closing, no matter how many legends had already passed through. Richard Powers
“ Silence: the motor drive of nothingness underneath all rhythm - threatened to last forever, a spell of sleep cast over the entire kingdom of listeners. Richard Powers
“ The job of taste was to thin the insane torrent of human creativity down to manageable levels. But the job of appetite was never to be happy with taste. Richard Powers
“ Our father knew more than any living person about the secret of time, except how to live in it. His time did not travel; it was a block of persisting nows. Richard Powers
“ We will not sleep, but will all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye. You'll see me again. But you'll never know when. Hear that shifting, ambiguous rhythm, that promise of all things p… Richard Powers
