Disaster is a natural part of my evolution toward tragedy and dissolution.

Some little part of themselves for someone in the future to discover. Maybe a thought. We were here. We built this. A reminder.

I don't do much more than organise other people's ideas and insights and thoughts, and sort of harvest them, and inventory them and present them.

You are permanent, but this life is not.

She's not wearing makeup so her face just looks like skin.

There are worse things than finding your wife and child dead. You can watch the world do it. You can watch your wife get old and bored. You can watch your kids discover everything in the world you've tried to save them from. Drugs, divorce, conformity, disease. All the nice clean books, music, television. Distraction.

This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.