These are the days after. Everything now is measured by after.
What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.
The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever.
War is the form nostalgia takes when men are hard-pressed to say something good about their country.
In cities no one notices specific dying. Dying is a quality of the air. It's everywhere and nowhere.
Not long ago, a novelist could believe he could have an effect on our consciousness of terror. Today, the men who shape and inflence human consciousness are the terrorists.