There is no God, and conversation is a dying art.

Art doesn't have to do anything. It just has to be there for the fierce pleasure we take in doing it.

I guess my writing has changed as my life has.

I am a cigarette with a body attached to it

In short, everything about his life was different for him at the bottom of that well.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

There is no God, and conversation is a dying art.