“The Internet is a big distraction. It's distracting, it's meaningless; it's not real. It's in the air somewhere.”

“Somehow, irresistibly, the prime thing was: nothing mattered. Life in the end seemed a prank of such size you could only stand off at this end of the corridor to note its meaningless length and it's quite unnecessary height, a mountain built to such ridiculous immensities you were dwarfed in its shadow and mocking of its pomp.”

“It's important to read a book, but also to hold the book, to smell the book... it's perfume, it's incense, it's the dust of Egypt...”

“"It's not books you need, it's some of the things that once were in books.”

“The merry-go-round was running, yes, but...It was running backward.The small calliope inside the carousel machinery rattle-snapped its nervous-stallion shivering drums, clashed its harvest-moon cymbals, toothed its castanets, and throatily choked and sobbed its reeds, whistles, and baroque flutes.”

“It's bad to get up early, stand at your typewriter and work, then find it's nothing and take a bottle to bed.”

“And besides, I like to cry. After I cry hard it's like it's morning again and I'm starting the day over.”