“Something lurked inside the truth.”

“There is a world inside the world.”

“The truth of the world is exhausting.”

“A surface separates inside from out and belongs no less to one than the other.”

“I've got death inside me. It's just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.”

“[Lee Oswald] saw himself as part of something vast and sweeping. He was the product of a sweeping history, he and his mother, locked into a process, a system of money and property that diminished their human worth every day, as if by scientific law. The books made him part of something. Something led up to his presence in this room, in this particular skin, and something would follow. Men in small rooms. Men reading and waiting, struggling with secret and feverish ideas.”

“why something and not nothing? why music and not noise?”