Our history is an aggregate of last moments

Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.

If there is something comforting - religious, if you want - about paranoia, there is still also anti-paranoia, where nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long.

What North Europe thinks of as its history is actually quite provincial and of limited interest. Different sorts of Christian killing each other, and that's about it.

What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?

My belief is that "recluse" is a code word generated by journalists... meaning, "doesn't like to talk to reporters."

"You are so close." "To whom? Margravine, not even to himself. This place, this island: all his life he's done nothing but hop from island to island. Is that a reason? Does there have to be a reason? Shall he tell you: he works for no Whitehall, non conceivable unless, ha, ha, the network of white halls in his own brain: these featureless corridors he keeps swept and correct for occasional visiting agents."