George Bush and his gang imagine they are being political geniuses.

[I write] intuitively, reflexively, as if skiing down a steep mountain slope with no time to think.

The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest.

. . . hummings and clickings could be heard-the sounds attendant to the flow of electrons, now augmenting one maze of electromagnetic crises to a condition that was translatable from electrical qualities and quantities to a high grade of truth.

The library is full of stories of supposed triumphs which makes me very suspicious of it. It's misleading for people to read about great successes, since even for middle-class and upper-class white people, in my experience, failure is the norm.

The economy is a thoughtless weather system.

All of the true things I am about to tell you are shameless lies.