It was a good speech, but the reaction was due to the fact that politics are madness, and even if one does not know it, a country in electoral season experiences flares of lunacy like the great storms that sometimes march across the golden surface of the sun.

All rivers run full to the sea; those who are apart are brought together; the lost ones are redeemed; the dead come back to life; the perfectly blue days that have begun and ended in golden dimness continue, immobile and accessible; and, when all is perceived in such a way as to obviate time, justice becomes apparent not as something that will be, but something that is.

There is justice in the world, Peter Lake, but it cannot be had without mystery.

For what can be imagined more beautiful than the sight of a perfectly just city rejoicing in justice alone.

Writing is still my main career, but I would love, for instance, to serve in the New York State Assembly.

I'm sort of murdered for selling books. The idea is, if you make money your work can't be literary.

The human race is intoxicated with narrow victories, for life is a string of them like pearls that hit the floor when the rope breaks, and roll away in perfection and anarchy.