There's no point living if you can't, at least occasionally, live.

We're as ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall, and we all land somewhere.

[There was] only one news channel, overseen by a bland and complexly multicultural board of advisors. It broadcast in fifteen languages and was, as a rule, interesting in none of them.

Nobody wants to conduct an autopsy on a dead saint.

For such people the consummate act of moral clarity was a lynching or a suicide bombing, a fatwa or a pogrom. And they were ascendant now, rising like dark stars over a terminal landscape .

We spent a lot of time discussing cosmology first. I think that was your father's unique way of evaluating people. You can tell a lot about a person, he once said, by the way they look at the stars.

To capture the pawn, threaten the queen.

We're all born strangers to ourselves and each other, and we're seldom formally introduced.

I don't believe money is evil, but it can be terribly corrosive.

I won't put my ignorance on an altar and call it God. It feels like idolatry, like the worst kind of idolatry.

Everybody falls, and we all land somewhere.

Art is my cure to all this madness, sadness and loss of belonging in the world & through it I'll walk myself home.

Humans are thought to be at the top of the food chain...But there are beings who hunt them as food.These monsters who feed on the dead flesh of humans.They are called......Ghouls.

You can believe the diagnosis, not the prognosis.

In order to find, you must first search.

Observation: It would be awesome to fly in a superfast airplane that could chase the sunrise around the world for a while.

The 'public' artist confirms the world that we already accept, though he inevitably widens our experience of it; his method is one of research, the progressive uncovering of detail.

Chanting just hits you and you want to be a part of it. That’s the point of this whole thing. That’s what cuts through all the ‘stuff’. You get lit up. You don’t have to know what it means.

Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past.

Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.

If you look at the new places opening, they're quite gutsy, earthy places.