He speaks in your voice, American, and there's a shine in his eye that's halfway hopeful.

The novel is the dream release, the suspension of reality that history needs to escape its own brutal confinements.

Money has lost its narrative quality the way painting did once upon a time. Money is talking to itself.

I don’t want your candor. I want your soul in a silver thimble.

Because friends have to be brutally honest with each other. I'd feel terrible if I didn't tell you what I was thinking, especially at a time like this

You need to know things the others don't know. It's what no one knows about you that allows you to know yourself.

I was never either pro-culture or counter-culture. I was in a kind of middle state.