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'I mean,' he says, 'how the hell do you think it feels? Sitting there and having the plane explode?'
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The inner spaces that a good story lets us enter are the old apartments of religion.
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He learned this much selling cars: offer the customer something he doesn't want, to make what he half-wants look better.
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Government is either organized benevolence or organized madness; its peculiar magnitude permits no shading.
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All this probing and grappling we must do, out in society: how much easier, Annabelle thinks, it is to stay in rooms you know as well as your own body, having a warm meal and an evening of television, where it's all so comfortably one-way.
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'Whenever somebody tells me to do something my instinct's always to do the opposite. It's got me into a lot of trouble, but I've had a lot of fun.'
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We are most alive when we’re in love.
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Existence itself does not feel horrible; it feels like an ecstasy, rather, which we have only to be still to experience.