‎The way you understand and investigate time is by moving inward, into metabolism. The human body is a knot in time.

There is an angel within the monkey struggling to get free, and this is what the historical crisis is all about.

I believe that great weirdness stalks the universe. That's not the issue with me, but it is not tacky. It is not tacky.

National governments are under paid, under staffed, and under talented.

Because the planetary culture is becoming ever more closely knitted together all its parts are becoming co-dependent.

I often like to think that our map of the world is wrong, that where we have centered physics, we should actually place literature as the central metaphor that we want to work out from. Because I think literature occupies the same relationship to life that life occupies to death. A book is life with one dimension pulled out of it. And life is something that lacks a dimension which death will give it. I imagine death to be a kind of release into the imagination in the sense that for characters in a book, what we experience is an unimaginable dimension of freedom.

The imagination is the goal of history. I see culture as an effort to literally realize our collective dreams.