Love is an abstract noun, something nebulous. And yet love turns out to be the only part of us that is solid, as the world turns upside down and the screen goes black.

Style is not neutral; it gives moral directions.

And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit.

When the past is forgotten, the present is unforgettable

Closure is a greasy little word which, moreover, describes a nonexistent condition. The truth, Venus, is that nobody gets over anything.

The universe is a million billion light-years wide, and every inch of it would kill you if you went there. This is the position of the universe with regards to human life.

He awoke at six, as usual. He needed no alarm clock. He was already comprehensively alarmed.

Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without thorn.

We all have names we don't know about.