Dad is always hiding in his book.

And though the newspapers called the shooting the Crime of the Century, Goldman knew it was only 1906 and there were ninety-four years to go.

And so the ordinary unendurable torments we all experienced were indeed exceptional in the way they were absorbed in each heart.

Facts are the images of history, just as images are the facts of fiction.

My memories pale as I prevail upon them again and again. They become more and more ghostly. I fear nothing so much as losing them altogether and having only my blank endless mind to live in.

Because like all whores you value propriety. You are creature of capitalism, the ethics of which are so totally corrupt and hypocritical that your beauty is no more than the beauty of gold, which is to say false and cold and useless.

A novelist is a person who lives in other people's skins.