I am not comfortable with abstract writing, stories that look like essays: you have to see, I need to see.
It occurred to me that eating is the only form of professionalism most people ever attain.
She became confused when she stepped onto an escalator that wasn't working.
The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever.
The future belongs to crowds.
People think about who they are in the stillest hour of the night. I carry this thought, the child's mystery and terror of this thought, I feel this immensity in my soul every second of my life.