They tell him that there is no why, since the moment simply is and since all of them are trapped in the moment, like bugs in amber.

I keep losing and regaining my equilibrium, which is the basic plot of all popular fiction. And I myself am a work of fiction.

Any form of government, not just Capitalism, is whatever people who have all our money, drunk or sober, sane or insane, decide to do today.

Most writers are not quick-witted when they talk. Novelists, in particular, drag themselves around in society like gut-shot bears.

Electronic communities build nothing. You wind up with nothing. We are dancing animals. How beautiful it is to get up and go out and do something. We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different.

What made marriage so difficult back then was yet again that instigator of so many other sorts of heartbreak: the oversize brain.

Don't worry about your father. He's a perfectly contented, self-sufficient zombie.