Tragedy was foresworn, in ritual denial of the ripe knowledge that we are drawing away from one another, that we share only one thing, share the fear of belonging to another, or to others, or to God; love or money, tender equated in advertising and the world, where only money is currency, and under dead trees and brittle ornaments prehensile hands exchange forgeries of what the heart dare not surrender.
William GaddisHow real is any of the past, being every moment revalued to make the present possible.
William Gaddis...mementos of this world, in which the things worth being were so easily exchanged for the things worth having.
William GaddisWhy do you treat me as they do, as though I were exactly what I want to be. Why do we treat people that way?
William Gaddis