The less there was to see, the harder he looked, the more he saw. (Point Omega)

It was only when I found myself writing things I didn't realise I knew that I said, 'I'm a writer now.'

Because friends have to be brutally honest with each other. I'd feel terrible if I didn't tell you what I was thinking, especially at a time like this

The future belongs to crowds.

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

Facts are lonely things.

Dying was just an extended version of Ash Wednesday.