Something lurked inside the truth.

It was important for him to believe that he'd spent his life among people who kept missing the point.

I'm not reclusive at all. Just private.

Writers, some of us, may tend to see things before other people do, things that are right there but aren't noticed in the way that a writer might notice.

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

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.

If you know you're worth nothing, only a gamble with death can gratify your vanity.