Stories are consoling, fiction is one of the consolation prizes for having lived in the world.
The future belongs to crowds.
I’ve got death inside me. It’s just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.
The greater the scientific advance, the more primitive the fear.
All plots tend to move deathward. This is the nature of plots.
It was important for him to believe that he’d spent his life among people who kept missing the point.
It is possible to be homesick for a place even when you are there.
What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.
Facts are lonely things.
Talent is more erotic when it’s wasted.
It is so much simpler to bury reality than it is to dispose of dreams.
Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live.
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