Somehow pictures always lead to people as masses. Books belong to individuals.

Everyone who does not live in Berlin lives in Brooklyn now.

Only a catastrophe gets our attention. We want them, we depend on them. As long as they happen somewhere else.

Bloomberg weighed three hundred pounds. This itself was historical. I revered his weight. It was an affirmation of humanity's reckless potential; it went beyond legend and returned through mist to the lovely folly of history. To weigh three hundred pounds. What devout vulgarity.

He thinks he's happy but it's just a nerve cell in his brain that's getting too much stimulation or too little stimulation.

For most people, there are only two places in the world. Where they live and their TV set. If a thing happens on television, we have every right to find it fascinating, whatever it is.

The modern meaning of life's end-when does it end? How does it end? How should it end? What is the value of life? How do we measure it?