Be loyal to what you love, be true to the earth, fight your enemies with passion and laughter.
The more fantastic an ideology or theology, the more fanatic its adherents.
Whenever I read _Time_ or _Newsweek_ or such magazines, I wash my hands afterward. But how to wash off the small but odious stain such reading leaves on the mind?
There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep.
I am an enemy of the State. But isn't everyone?
Life is cruel? Compared to what?