A shrewd person would one day start a religion based on coincidence, if he hasn't already, and make a million.

days like this. i look at you and feel electric. tell me you don't feel it too."_Eric Packer

I am not particularly distressed by the state of fiction or the role of the writer. The more marginal, perhaps ultimately the more trenchant and observant and finally necessary he'll become.

Everything I've stated may prove to be total poppycock.... Perhaps time will tell. Perhaps time will do nothing of the kind.

Something lurked inside the truth.

It was important for him to believe that he'd spent his life among people who kept missing the point.

Everything that goes on in your whole life is a result of molecules rushing around somewhere in your brain.