The felt unreliability of human experience brought about by the inhuman acceleration of historical change has led every sensitive modern mind to the recording of some kind of nausea, of intellectual vertigo.

To the militant, identity is everything.

The painter constructs, the photographer discloses.

Anything in history or nature that can be described as changing steadily can be seen as heading toward catastrophe.

In the valley of sorrow, spread your wings.

If I thought that what I'm doing when I write is expressing myself, I'd junk the typewriter. Writing is a much more complicated activity that that.

Illness is the night-side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick.