Banks and churches and courtrooms all depend on the appurtenances of theatre. On illusion. Banks, the illusion of stability and honourable dealings to the rot and corruption of capitalist exploitation. Churches the illusion of sacred sanctuary of purposes of pacifying social discontent. Courtrooms of course designed to promote the illusion of solemn justice. If there was true justice why would such trappings be necessary? Wouldn't a table and chairs and an ordinary room serve just as well?

The act of composition is a series of discoveries.

Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.

The music of the Stones pounds the air like the amplified pulse of my erection.

I am led to the proposition that there is no fiction or nonfiction as we commonly understand the distinction: there is only narrative.

The voice of the Constitution is the inescapably solemn self-consciousness of the people giving the law unto themselves.

We're always attracted to the edges of what we are, out by the edges where it's a little raw and nervy.