In the old days, words like sin and Satan had a moral certitude. Today, they're replaced with self-help jargon, words like dysfunction and antisocial behavior, discouraging any responsibility for one's actions.

We're being treated to the wisdom of some puffed up, little fart. Doing exactly what I used to do, pretensions to anarchy and art.

Fortune smiles on some, and lets the others go free.

I have a certain pool of subject matter that I like to write about, things that interest me: politics, religion, ecology, and relationships between men and women. And that's usually what I focus on.

There is not wrong, there is no right, and I will sleep very well tonight.

How can love survive in such a graceless age? The trust and self assurance that lead to happiness, they're the very things we kill.

For you girl, there is not enough love in the world.