Nothing is ever behind us.

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

The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.

Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.

Then he went out without touching anything and put his arm around Ingeborg, and like that, with their arms around each other, they returned to the village while the whole past of the universe fell on their heads.

Coincidence obeys no laws and if it does we don't know what they are. Coincidence, if you'll permit me the simile, is like the manifestation of God at every moment on our planet. A senseless God making senseless gestures at his senseless creatures. In that hurricane, in that osseous implosion, we find communion.

They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn't laugh or be sad with him.