Was she naked?" Lasher said. "To the waist," Cotsakis said. "From which direction?" Lasher said.

A novel determines its own size and shape and I've never tried to stretch an idea beyond the frame and structure it seemed to require.

Technology is lust removed from nature.

To portray America over the past twenty years or so, I would think immediately of football, probably the Super Bowl in its sumptuous suggestion of a national death wish.

Insanity's so personal. It's hard to know who shares our secrets.

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

There were moments when she wasn't talking so much as fading into time, dropping back into some funnelled stretch of recent past.