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

Silence, exile, cunning and so on... it's my nature to keep quiet about most things. Even the ideas in my work.

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.

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?

I've got death inside me. It's just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.

I am very unmusical. I can't carry a tune. I would never be able to play an instrument.

The power of the dead is that we think they see us all the time. The dead have a presence. Is there a level of energy composed solely of the dead? They are also in the ground, of course, asleep and crumbling. Perhaps we are what they dream.