fate is not just whose cooking smells good, but which way the wind blows
The process of composition, messing around with paragraphs and trying to make really good prose, is hardwired into my personality.
Cool is spent. Cool is empty. Cool is ex post facto. When advertisers and pundits hoard a word, you know it's time to retire from it. To move on. I want to suggest, therefore, that we begin to avoid cool now. Cool is a trick to get you to buy garments made by sweatshop laborers in Third World countries. Cool is the Triumph of the Will. Cool enables you to step over bodies. Cool enables you to look the other way. Cool makes you functional, eager for routine distraction, passive, doped, stupid.
The past was so past it hurt.
I think literature is best when it's voicing what we would prefer not to talk about.
People tend to be scared of what they can't see.
I suppose I should say that I treasure blasphemy, as a faith of the highest order.
Death, which hateth and destroyeth a man, is believed; God, which hath made him and loves him, is always deferred.
It is God's job to forgive Osama Bin Laden. It is our job to arrange a face to face meeting.
I want to be an artist you cannot categorize at all. You can't put a box around me. You can't put anything around me.
Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft, wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?