The tragedy of being old is you can no longer apply whats taken you so long to learn (Kissing The Beehive) - Jonathan Lethem

Insomnia is a variant of Tourette's — the waking brain races, sampling the world after the world has turned away, touching it everywhere, refusing to settle, to join the collective nod. The insomniac brain is a sort of conspiracy theorist as well, believing too much in its own paranoiac importance — as though if it were to blink, then doze, the world might be overrun by some encroaching calamity, which its obsessive musings are somehow fending off.

Waves, sky, trees, Essrog - I was off the page now, away from the grammar of skyscrapers and pavement.

“OK, so he’s a producer, right?” Lucius spoke as a prosecuting attorney, nailing down established facts. “The thing about producers is that they are producing something, usually several things at once.”
“He’s a liar,” said Jane.
“Same thing,” said Lucius.