. . .

Olden Infolds, Page 326 + 327.

Traffic is a contest of human desire, a waiting game of human desire. You want to go there. I want to go here. And, just recently, something has gone wrong with traffic. Something has gone wrong with human desire.

We are using up each other's time, each other's lives. We are using up each other's lives.

Mob-8 Air Fuck, Page 140.

I see a world where there is only cause and effect. A world where every object is an avatar and no gods move behind the scenes.

Olden Infolds, Page 303.

Vladimir Nabokov, encouragingly, was a champion insomniac. He believed that this was the best way to divide people: those who slept; those who didn't. The great line in Transparent Things, one of the saddest novels in English: 'Night is always a giant, but this one was especially terrible.'

Mob-8 Air Fuck, Page 21.

I don't know why success often leaves us feeling lower-spirited than failure, but I know it's true.

Lee & Herring.

'She wants to meet Charlie, Pete's brother, even if he's a fictional character. Because she finds fictional characters quite sexy in a non-existential kind of way.'

. . .

If You've Got A Problem With Your Parents.

It's because your father is cruel.

Or your mother is crazy.

Chalky & Oversentimentalized Guava, Afar, Page 516.

Sad and menacing.

Olden Infolds, Page 261.

I always thought I was up to anything that dreams could throw at me: I'd just sleep right through them.