Stories are consoling, fiction is one of the consolation prizes for having lived in the world.

Look at those numbers running. Money makes time. It used to be the other way around. Clock time accelerated the rise of capitalism. People stopped thinking about eternity. They began to concentrate on hours, measurable hours,man-hours, using labor more efficiently.

The power of the dead is that we think they see us all the time. The dead have a presence. Is there a level of energy composed solely of the dead? They are also in the ground, of course, asleep and crumbling. Perhaps we are what they dream.

When you try to unravel something you've written, you belittle it in a way. It was created as a mystery.

The less there was to see, the harder he looked, the more he saw. (Point Omega)

I understand there are some men who are only half here. Let's not say men. Let's say people. People who are more or less obscure at times.

Before pop art, there was such a thing as bad taste. Now there's kitsch, schlock, camp, and porn.