The greater the scientific advance, the more primitive the fear.

Something is always happening, even on the quietest days and deep into the night, if you stand a while and look.

What terrorists gain, novelists lose.

Fear is self-awareness raised to a higher level.

No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.

To portray America over the past twenty years or so, I would think immediately of football, probably the Super Bowl in its sumptuous suggestion of a national death wish.

why something and not nothing? why music and not noise?