Art comes out of art; it begins with imitation, often in the form of parody, and it's in the process of imitating the voice of others that one comes to learn the sound of one's own.

Were we closer to the ground as children, or is the grass emptier now?

All the effort went into getting there and then I had nothing left. I thought I'd got somewhere, then I found I had to go on.

Your whole life is on the other side of the glass. And there is nobody watching.

Sometimes there is no next time, no time-outs, no second chances. Sometimes it’s now or never.

It was the kind of library he had only read about in books.

To read is to withdraw.To make oneself unavailable. One would feel easier about it if the pursuit inself were less...selfish.