3 Quotes by Dan Chiasson

There are varieties of life unknown to you.Their whole identity is: you can't find out.

If you are made for flight, intended for it,you had better find a pursuer, fast.Otherwise, all that fleeing is going nowhere.

If you can orbit the planet, why can't you seewhat makes the human heart happy?Is it art or is it sex?Or is it, as I suspect, just keeping goingfrom next thing to next thingto next thing to next thingto next to next to next to nextpulsating stupidly to outlast time?