Money has lost its narrative quality the way painting did once upon a time. Money is talking to itself.

days like this. i look at you and feel electric. tell me you don't feel it too."_Eric Packer

Hardship makes the world obscure.

Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be humans forever? Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. This is what we want. We want to be stones in a field.

Fear is self-awareness raised to a higher level.

If any art form can accommodate contemporary culture, it's the novel. It's so malleable - it can incorporate essays, poetry, film. Maybe the challenge for the novelist is to stretch his art and his language, to the point where it can finally describe what's happening around him.

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.