I've come to think of Europe as a hardcover book, America as the paperback version.

What good is knowledge if it just floats in the air? It goes from computer to computer. It changes and grows every second of every day. But nobody actually knows anything.

Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It´s a settling of grievances between the present and the past.

The world isn't going to be destroyed, but you don't feel safe anymore in your plane or train or office or auditorium.

Ecology is boring for the same reason that destruction is fun.

Isn't death the boundary we need? Doesn't it give a precious texture to life, a sense of definition? You have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaning without the knowledge you carry of a final line, a border or limit.

There were moments when she wasn't talking so much as fading into time, dropping back into some funnelled stretch of recent past.