When you're sure of what you're looking at, look harder.

Maybe happiness is like a virus. Maybe it's one of those bugs that sits for a long time, so we don't even know that we are infected.

I don't mind arguing with myself. It's when I lose that it bothers me.

The job of taste was to thin the insane torrent of human creativity down to manageable levels. But the job of appetite was never to be happy with taste.

The thing that makes reading and writing suspect in the eyes of the market economy is that it's not corrupted.

The web: yet another total disorientation that becomes status quo without anyone realizing it.

Reading is the last act of secular prayer.