Mirrors and images. Or sex and love. These are two separate systems that we miserably try to link.

Fear is self-awareness raised to a higher level.

We live in an age of rapid mass media, television, Internet. They determine our tempo, not books.

What did it mean, the first time, a thinking creature looked deeply into another's eyes? Did it take a hundred thousand years before this happened or it was the first thing they did, transcendingly, the thing that made them higher, made them modern, the gaze that demonstrates we are lonely in our souls?

There's a moral force in a sentence when it comes out right. It speaks the writer's will to live.

We surrounded ourselves with smoke and loud noise. That's the way we chose to live. I'm prepared to defend it.

People think about who they are in the stillest hour of the night. I carry this thought, the child's mystery and terror of this thought, I feel this immensity in my soul every second of my life.