As time goes by, as time goes by, the whip-crack of the years, the precipice of illusions, the ravine that swallows up all human endeavour except the struggle to survive.

Poetry is the one thing that isn't contaminated, the one thing that isn't part of the game.

Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.

There's no place on earth with more dumb girls per square foot than a college in California.

No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.

Nothing is ever behind us.

Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn't clear ... was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.