There were car gods there: a powerful, serious-faced contingent, with blood on their black gloves and on their chrome teeth: recipients of human sacrifice on a scale undreamed-of since the Aztecs.

“Fiction has two uses. Firstly, it’s a gateway drug to reading. The drive to kno…”

“Do you think they're still there?''Where?''Greece. Egypt. The islands. Those pl…”

“Nothing you do in the White House matters. You know why not? Because as far as …”

“I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I w…”