That even an apocalypse can be made to seem part of the ordinary horizon of expectation constitutes an unparalleled violence that is being done to our sense of reality, to our humanity.

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

I didn't think of myself as importing, I thought it was more interesting to write about things people didn't know about than what they did. When I became aware that I was in fact "importing", I stopped doing it.

A family's photograph album is generally about the extended family and, often, is all that remains of it.

The love of the famous, like all strong passions, is quite abstract. Its intensity can be measured mathematically, and it is independent of persons.

You have to sink way down to a level of hopelessness and desperation to find the book that you can write.

War tears, rends. War rips open, eviscerates. War scorches. War dismembers. War ruins.