The Dead Have A Presence.

The Smoke Alarm Went Off In The Hallway Upstairs, Either To Let Us Know The Battery Had Just Died Or Because The House Was On Fire.

One Connection I See Between Novelists And Terrorists Is That We Both Attempt To Alter Consciousness.

Never Underestimate The Power Of The State To Act Out Its Own Massive Fantasies.

Sometimes I See Something So Moving I Know I’m Not Supposed To Linger. See It And Leave. If You Stay Too Long, You Wear Out The Wordless Shock. Love It And Trust It And Leave.

You Gave Yourself Away, Word By Word, Every Time You Opened Your Trap To Speak.