Those who fought know a secret about themselves, and it is not very nice.

A more or less accurate measure of class in America is TV size: the bigger your TV, the lower your class.

Exploration belongs to the Renaissance, travel to the bourgeois age, tourism to our proletarian moment.

Understanding the past requires pretending that you don't know the present. It requires feeling its own pressure on your pulses without any ex post facto illumination.

Those who fought know a secret about themselves, and it is not very nice.

I am working on a book urging the beating to death of baby whales using the dead bodies of baby seals.

All the pathos and irony of leaving one’s youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel