We're all of us haunted and haunting.

So here I am. This is as good as it gets. Take it or leave it.

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?

I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.

To merely observe your culture without contributing to it seems very close to existing as a ghost.

For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet, and now history expected me to clean up after everyone. I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. And account for every drop of used motor oil. And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and buried gasoline tanks and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born.

If I can't be beautiful, I want to be invisible.