I've never made an outline for any novel that I've written. Never.

The cheesecake was smooth and lush, with the personality of a warm and well-to-do uncle who knows a hundred dirty jokes and will die of sexual exertions in the arms of his mistress.

People stress the violence. That's the smallest part of it. Football is brutal only from a distance. In the middle of it there's a calm, a tranquility. The players accept pain. There's a sense of order even at the end of a running play with bodies strewn everywhere. When the systems interlock, there's a satisfaction to the game that can't be duplicated. There's a harmony.

Something lurked inside the truth.

California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.

In our world we sleep and eat the image and pray to it and wear it too.

I felt myself getting whiter... What does it mean to become white? How does it feel to see Death in the flesh, come to gather you in?