Science is not something that exists apart from human beings. It's one of the things we do as human beings, and we always have done science and technology in some form.

Some travelers think they want to go to foreign places but are dismayed when the places turn out actually to be foreign.

I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea.

The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.

Every night when I go to bed I think, In the morning I will wake up in my own house and things will be back the way they were. It hasn’t happened this morning, either.

Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.

Toast was a pointless invention from the Dark Ages. Toast was an implement of torture that caused all those subjected to it to regurgitate in verbal form the sins and crimes of their past lives. Toast was a ritual item devoured by fetishists in the belief that it would enhance their kinetic and sexual powers. Toast cannot be explained by any rational means. Toast is me. I am toast.