There are boxers possessed of such remarkable intuition, such uncanny prescience, one would think they were somehow recalling their fights, not fighting them as we watch.

In a sense, I may not consciously know what I'm doing. I feel that I'm telling a story. I'm a kind of medium by which something is transmitted.

Writing! The activity for which the only adequate bribe is the possibility of suicide, one day.

People have libraries at home, they have bookshelves, they have CDs. And they sort of try, people try to bring great artists into their lives, into their physical houses and sort of live with portions of them. But they're not really deeply engaging with them.

For memory is a moral action, a choice. You can choose to remember. You can choose not.

It must happen to everyone. The last time you make love, you can't know it will be the last.

Why is humanism not the preeminent belief of humankind?