In our world we sleep and eat the image and pray to it and wear it too.

I marched and I protested against the war in Vietnam, along with many, many thousands of others. But I never quite understood the bombs that were placed in science labs or office buildings.

What you see is not what we see. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this time, for all these years.

There are times when you want to stop working at faith and just be washed in a blowing wind that tells you everything.

The cheesecake was smooth and lush, with the personality of a warm and well-to-do uncle who knows a hundred dirty jokes and will die of sexual exertions in the arms of his mistress.

Fame requires every kind of excess. I mean true fame, a devouring neon, not the sombre renown of waning statesmen or chinless kings.

Eye contact was a delicate matter. A quarter second of a shared glance was a violation of agreements that made the city operational.