“Brave old world.”

“All across the country, people felt it was the wrong thing. All across the country, people felt it was the right thing. All across the country, people felt they'd really lost. All across the countr...”

“This isnt fiction, the man says. This is the Post Office.”

“Always be reading something, he said. Even when we're not physically reading. How else will we read the world? Think of it as a constant.”

“But, of course, memory and responsibility are strangers. They're foreign to each other. Memory always goes its own way quite regardless.”

“Is there any escaping the junkshop of the self?”

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”

“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”

“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”