It would be nice to travel if you knew where you were going and where you would live at the end or do we ever know, do we ever live where we live, we're always in other places, lost, like sheep."

"Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories, the streets, the cathedrals of the imagination."

[V]ery often the law of extremity demands an attention to irrelevance. . . .

"Electricity, the peril the wind sings to in the wires on a gray day. . ."

""For your own good" is a persuasive argument that will eventually make a man agree to his own destruction."