Terror is now the world narrative, unquestionably. When those two buildings were struck, and when they collapsed, it was, in effect, an extraordinary blow to consciousness, and it changed everything.

Plot a murder, you're saying. But every plot is a murder in effect. To plot is to die, whether we know it or not.

It is so much simpler to bury reality than it is to dispose of dreams

I don't consider myself paranoid at all. I think I see things exactly as they are.

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

Too much has been forgotten in the name of memory.

Stories have no point if they don't absorb our terror.