If ignorance were enough to make things not exist, the world would be more like a lot of people think it is. But it's not. And it's not.

To present a whole world that doesn’t exist and make it seem real, we have to more or less pretend we’re polymaths. That’s just the act of all good writing.

Generation X is dead. It has come to mean anyone aged 13 to 55 years old.

I took Punk to be the detonation of some slow-fused projectile buried deep in society's flank a decade earlier, and I took it to be, somehow, a sign.

Every shop in every High Street in Europe is filled with basically the same stuff. There's a street in every city of the world that has a Gap and Benneton's, and the upscale versions of those.

Lost, so small amid that dark, hands grown cold, body image fading down corridors of television sky.

Enlightenment is "being," and it grows; it's end is serenity.