It was only when I found myself writing things I didn't realise I knew that I said, 'I'm a writer now.'

He'd once told me that the art of getting ahead in New York was based on learning how to express dissatisfaction in an interesting way. The air was full of rage and complaint. People had no tolerance for your particular hardship unless you knew how to entertain them with it.

There's a moral force in a sentence when it comes out right. It speaks the writer's will to live.

He speaks in your voice, American, and there's a shine in his eye that's halfway hopeful.

The less there was to see, the harder he looked, the more he saw. (Point Omega)

What did it mean, the first time, a thinking creature looked deeply into another's eyes? Did it take a hundred thousand years before this happened or it was the first thing they did, transcendingly, the thing that made them higher, made them modern, the gaze that demonstrates we are lonely in our souls?

People will not die. Isn't this the creed of the new culture? People will be absorbed in streams of information. I know nothing about this. Computers will die. They're dying in their present form. They're just about dead as distinct units.