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

...Because what's the meaning of doing dishes if you're not driven by something beyond necessity.

A photograph is a universe of dots. The grain, the halide, the little silver things clumped in the emulsion. Once you get inside a dot, you gain access to hidden information, you slide into the smallest event. This is what technology does. It peels back the shadows and redeems the dazed and rumbling past. It makes reality come true.

Doesn't our knowledge of death make life more precious?' What good is a preciousness based on fear and anxiety? It's an anxious quivering thing

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

Freud is finished, Einstein's next.

Fear is self-awareness raised to a higher level.