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?

There are dead stars that still shine because their light is trapped in time. Where do I stand in this light, which does not strictly exist? (155)

When I read obituaries I always note the age of the deceased. Automatically I relate this figure to my own age. Four years to go, I think. Nine more years. Two years and I'm dead. The power of numbers is never more evident than when we use them to speculate on the time of our dying.

Digital clocks took the 'space' out of time.

The world is full of abandoned meanings. In the commonplace I find unexpected themes and intensities.

Pain is just another form of information.

Be willing to die for your beliefs, or computer printouts of your beliefs.