We live in an age of seriously crap mass clothing. They've made a science of it.

Time moves in one direction, memory in another.

And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human.

Generation X is dead. It has come to mean anyone aged 13 to 55 years old.

I took Punk to be the detonation of some slow-fused projectile buried deep in society's flank a decade earlier, and I took it to be, somehow, a sign.

The future has already arrived. It's just not evenly distributed yet.

I think that technologies are morally neutral until we apply them. It's only when we use them for good or for evil that they become good or evil.

When you want to know how things really work, study them when they're coming apart.

Language is to the mind more than light is to the eye.

People who feel safer with a gun than with guaranteed medical insurance don't yet have a fully adult concept of scary.

We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting.

An author's job is to make you aware of your feelings while you continue to feel them.

what secular avocation on earth was there for a young man (whose friends could not get him an ‘appointment’) which was at once gentlemanly, lucrative, and to be followed without special knowledge?

Language cares.

I've always been slightly preoccupied with death or whatever those kind of silly big questions people will tell you to not spend your time worrying about.

People say money ain't nothing money is basically everything.

When the sun is shining, make hay, because it would be sunset on my career at some point, and when it is, I want to be exhausted.

Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.

What did you do with the time and talents i gave you? God's question.

It's something I never dreamed I'd be doing, making movies.

We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.