I had, at the time, an irrational, Luddite inclination that there was something morally bankrupt about making… — Jeffrey Ford

An honor it was, too, as he told me, “You know that because you don’t get paid anything for it.”

“There is only one term for this war,” said the old man with the sunglasses. “‘Clusterfuck.’ Cluster as in ‘cluster’ and fuck as in ‘fuck.’ No more need be said.”

The lion is fur, muscle, tendon, claw, and speed, five important ingredients of the unfathomable.