By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

What we need is not a skilled monetary driver of the economic vehicle continuously turning the steering wheel to adjust to the the unexpected irregularities of the route, but some means of keeping the monetary passenger who is in the back seat as ballast from occasionally leaning over and giving the steering wheel a jerk that threatens to send the car off the road.

There’s no sex in your violence.

It’s tough to make predictions, especially about the future.

The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.