Human relationships didn't work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the demented, the vengeful, sadists, killers. Modern society had created its own kind and they feasted on each other. It was a duel to the death--in a cesspool.

I am aware that a computer can’t create a poem, but neither can a typewriter.

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it

We must.. We must bring our own light to the darkness

Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?

A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated." - from 'Cows in Art Class

I will put on my shoes and shirt and get out of here - it'll be better for all of us.