Art is not only about something; it is something. A work of art is a thing in the world, not just a text or commentary on the world.

I have always been full of lust - as I am now - but I have always been placing conceptual obstacles in my own path.

One can know worlds one has not experienced, choose a response to life that has never been offered, create an inwardness utterly strong and fruitful.

On the level of simple sensation and mood, making love surely resembles an epileptic fit at least as much as, if not more than, it does eating a meal or conversing with someone.

To travel is to shop.

Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love.

Loeb has been doing wonderfully patient work, exploring the American conscience from the inside. I regard him as something of a national treasure.