“It is all falling indelibly into the past.”

“A person rises on a word and falls on a syllable.”

“Look past the violence. There is a wonderful brimming spirit of innocence and fun.”

“The falling away of things we carry around with us, twilight and chimney smoke.”

“He walked among the bookstore shelves, hearing Muzak in the air. There were rows of handsome covers, prosperous and assured. He felt a fine excitement, hefting a new book, fitting hand over sleek spine, seeing lines of type jitter past his thumb as he let the pages fall. He was a young man, shrewd in his fervors, who knew there were books he wanted to read and others he absolutely had to own, the ones that gesture in special ways, that have a rareness or daring, a charge of heat that stains the air around them.”

“Past, present and future are not amenities of language. Time unfolds into the seamsof being. It passes through you, making and shaping. ”

“I drove all night, northeast, and once again I felt it was literature I had been confronting these past days, the archetypes of the dismal mystery, sons and daughters of the archetypes, images that could not be certain which of two confusions held less terror, their own or what their own might become if it ever faced the truth. I drove at insane speeds.”