Artists Recognize Other Artists As Soon As

I Despair At The Rise Of Modern Violence. I Truly Give In To Despair At Times, That Deep, Futureless Pit Of Despair.... I Watch The American Slaughterhouse, The Casual Attacks On Popes, Presidents, And Uncounted Others, And I Wonder If There Are Many More Out There With The Ability Or If Butchery Has Simply Become The Modern Way Of Life.

No Lifetime Is Long Enough For Those ... Who Simply Wish To Understand Themselves And Their Lives. It Is, Perhaps, The Curse Of Being Human, But Also A Blessing.

Nobody Gets Beyond A Petroleum Economy. Not While There's Petroleum There.

It No Longer Matters Who Consider Themselves The Masters Of Events. Events No Longer Obey Their Masters.

Prison Always Has Been A Good Place For Writers, Killing, As It Does, The Twin Demons Of Mobility And Diversion