Agli inizi della carriera ero così fesso da credere che il lavoro consistesse nell'individuare un colpevole tra la massa degli innocenti. In realtà s… - Jonathan Lethem

We knew it was holy. Every sentence we cherished was sturdy and Biblical in its form, carved somehow by hand-dragged implement or slapped onto sheets by an inky key. For sentences were sculptural, were we the only ones who understood? Sentences were bodies, too, as horny as the flesh-envelopes we wore around the house all day.

A shadow strolled past the car, indifferent to our curbside melodrama. This was my second time imperiled in a a parked vehicle in the space of three hours. I wondered what goonish spectacles I'd overlooked in my own career as a pavement walker.

"Als ich einmal kurz allein in seiner Wohnung war, fand ich unter den verstreuten Papieren einen Fetzen mit Lyrik, das einzig Schriftliche neben seinen kritischen Exegesen, was ich je von ihm gesehen habe. Eine unvollständige, verworfene Ode: "O Koffein!/Du zeitgemäßes Z̶i̶e̶h̶n̶Fliehn/i̶c̶h̶ ̶h̶a̶b̶ ̶d̶i̶r̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶ ̶G̶e̶s̶i̶c̶h̶t̶ ̶g̶e̶s̶p̶i̶e̶n/d̶u̶ ̶h̶a̶s̶t̶ ̶m̶i̶r̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶ ̶G̶e̶s̶i̶c̶h̶t̶/übers Gesicht..." Und tatsächlich waren auf dem Blatt zahlreiche Abdrücke einer Kaffeetasse zu sehen."