When we are stirred to lament the loss of the gods, it is more than likely the gods who are doing the stirring.

If there were a better, clearer, shorter way of saying what the fiction says, then why not scrap the fiction?

A book should be an axe to chop open the frozen sea inside us.

To the last we have learned nothing. In all of us, deep down, there seems to be something granite and unteachable. No one truly believes, despite the hysteria in the streets that the world of tranquil certainties we were born into is about to be extinguished.

Words are coin. Words alienate. Language is no medium for desire. Desire is rapture, not exchange.

We must cultivate, all of us, a certain ignorance, a certain blindness, or society will not be tolerable.

The most important of all rights is the right to life, and I cannot foresee a day when domesticated animals will be granted that right in law.