I'm not a separatist. The imagination is integrative. That's how you make the new -- by putting something else with what you've got. And I'm unashamedly an American integrationist.

I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves or figments of their imagination, indeed, everything and anything except me.

It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves.

The clock ticked with empty urgency, as though trying to catch up with the time. In the street a siren howled.

I'm not a separatist. The imagination is integrative. That's how you make the new -- by putting something else with what you've got. And I'm unashamedly an American integrationist.

The thing to do is to exploit the meaning of the life you have.

And I knew that it was better to live out one's absurdity than to die for that of others.