But this was what happened when you didn't want to visit and confront the past: the past starts visiting and confronting you.

I don't know why I write what I write.

Every book for me is an exorcism in some way or another, working through my feelings at the time.

Greed is good. Sex is easy. Youth is forever.

So…” Kimball looks at his book helplessly. “There’s nothing you can tell me about Paul Owen?” “Well.” I sigh. “He led what I suppose was an orderly life, I guess. “ Really stumped, I offer, “He...ate a balanced diet.

No one will ever know anyone. We just have to deal with each other. You're not ever gonna know me.

Where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what I could understand, this was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible.