Years after I'd seen him for the last time I found myself thinking of him unexpectedly and often. You know how certain places grow powerful in the mind with passing time. In those early morning dreams when I come back to bed after a sleepy pee and fall quickly into the narrow end of the night, there is one set of streets I keep returning to, one dim mist of railroad rooms and certain figures reappear, borderline ghosts.

Why are homosexuals addicted to soap opera? Because our lives are a vivid situation.

It's healthier to reject certain cautions than fall in line.

I'm not reclusive at all. Just private.

We commit our crimes at night and reveal ourselves in the high noon of studio lights.

Digital clocks took the 'space' out of time.

People in free societies don't have to fear the pathology of the state. We create our own frenzy, our own mass convulsions, driven by thinking machines that we have no final authority over. The frenzy is barely noticeable most of the time. It's simply how we live.