“The view is endlessly fulfilling. It is like the answer to a lifetime of questions and vague cravings.”

“What was the barn like before it was photographed?' he said. 'What did it look like, how was it different from other barns, how was it similar to other barns? We can't answer these questions because we've read the signs, seen the people snapping the pictures. We can't get outside the aura. We're part of the aura. We're here, we're now.”

“A writer takes earnest measures to secure his solitude and then finds endless ways to squander it.”

“People hurried past, the others of the street, endless anonymous, twenty-one lives per second, race-walking in their faces and pigments, sprays of fleetest being.”

“She was shining a light on us, she was coming into being, endlessly being formed and reformed as the muscles in her face worked at smiling and speaking, as the electronic dots swarmed.”

“The question of dying becomes a wise reminder. It cures us of our innocence of the future.”

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