Too much has been forgotten in the name of memory.

Perhaps we've invented conspiracies for our own psychic well-being, to heal ourselves.

Look at those numbers running. Money makes time. It used to be the other way around. Clock time accelerated the rise of capitalism. People stopped thinking about eternity. They began to concentrate on hours, measurable hours,man-hours, using labor more efficiently.

Do people still shoot at presidents? I thought there were more stimulating targets.' (20)

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

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.

There's never a dearth of reasons to shoot at the President.