Some lives are tragic, some ridiculous. Most are both at once.
Society is like a stew. If you don't stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top.
How can I be so evil? It ain't easy.
We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to go there. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope.
The artist in our time has two chief responsibilities: (1) art; and (2) sedition.
I find more and more, as I grow older, that I prefer women to men, children to adults, animals to humans.... And rocks to living things? No, I'm not that old yet.