Death is every man's final critic. To die well you must live bravely.

Truth is always the enemy of power. And power the enemy of truth.

The world is older and bigger than we are. This is a hard truth for some folks to swallow.

James Joyce buried himself in his great work. _Finnegan's Wake_ is his monument and his tombstone. A dead end.

Don't talk to me about other worlds, separate realities, lost continents or invisible realms -- I know where I belong. Heaven is home. Utopia is here. Nirvana is now.

One of the pleasant things about small town life is that everyone, whether rich or poor, liked or disliked, has some kind of a role and place in the community. I never felt that living in a city - as I once did for a couple of years.

I despise my own nation most. Because I know it best. Because I still love it, suffering from Hope. For me, that's patrotism.