There Were Moments When She Wasn't Talking

The Future Belongs To Crowds.

Isn't Death The Boundary We Need? Doesn't It Give A Precious Texture To Life, A Sense Of Definition? You Have To Ask Yourself Whether Anything You Do In This Life Would Have Beauty And Meaning Without The Knowledge You Carry Of A Final Line, A Border Or Limit.

You Become A Serious Novelist By Living Long Enough.

It Occurred To Me That Eating Is The Only Form Of Professionalism Most People Ever Attain.

There Is A World Inside The World.