“Kneading memory makes the dough of fiction; which we know, sometimes never stops rising.”

“The kneading of memory makes the dough of fiction, which, as we know, can go on yeasting for ever...”

“Your tummy, soft aswarm dough. I knead and knead, thenbake it with a nap.”

“And there is escaping things the knowledge of which makes one unhappy. If "truth" is what we know and are aware of, in the most engrossing fiction we escape truth. Whatever else it is, drama is forgetfulness. We can forget and forget that we are forgetting. It is temporary mind control. If memories are pain, fiction is anesthesia.”

“Throughout human history, countries rise and fall. But not America--we continue to rise and rise, like dough, until Jesus bakes us in the fiery Afterscape of the Rapture.”

“Sometimes rising above is the only way to stop the hate from spreading. It's not what anyone expects, and it does make them stop and think.”