I'm A Novelist, Period. An American Novelist.

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.

Freud Is Finished, Einstein's Next.

The True Life Is Not Reducible To Words Spoken Or Written, Not By Anyone, Ever.

I Slept For Four Years. I Didn't Study Much Of Anything. I Majored In Something Called Communication Arts.

The Future Is Always A Wholeness, A Sameness. We're All Tall And Happy There,' She Said. 'this Is Why The Future Fails. It Always Fails. It Can Never Be The Cruel Happy Place We Want To Make It.