Suffering is only suffering if it’s done in silence, in solitude. Pain experienced in public, in view of loving millions, was no longer pain. It was communion.

I'm interested in the human impact of the giant foot of misplaced government. After all, we encounter it every day.

We lose weeks like buttons, like pencils.

I had the sensation that I might always be running like this, that I would always have to run, and that I would always be able to run.

WHEN we don't get the results we want in our military endeavors, we don't blame the soldiers.

GOD: I own you like I own the caves. THE OCEAN: Not a chance. No comparison. GOD: I made you. I could tame you. THE OCEAN: At one time, maybe. But not now. GOD: I will come to you, freeze you, break you. THE OCEAN: I will spread myself like wings. I am a billion tiny feathers. You have no idea what's happened to me.

I've purposely stayed away from reading much about postmodern theory, and most everything I have read just bored me to tears. I don't think anybody's written about it, or very few have, with any verve.