Those who preach god, need god Those who preach peace do not have peace Those who preach love do not have love

I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories

Each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.

I have loved you woman as surely as I have named you rust and sand and nylon.

A man who can beat the horses can do anything he makes up his mind to do.

For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stonewritten. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly – all else is desperation.