But every single damn thing matters! Only we don't realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, and we don't realize that's a lie.

You have to know how to look even if you don't know what you're looking for.

Every hundred feet the world changes

When you die of sorrow it's as if you've broken all the bones in your body, bruised yourself all over, cracked your skull. That's sorrow.

Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.

In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we're no more than castrated cats

The American mirror, said the voice, the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis, the mirror that sails and whose sails are pain.