Man was created to complete the horse.

From the point of view of a tapeworm, man was created by God to serve the appetite of the tapeworm.

Lightning streaks like gunfire through the clouds, volleys of thunder shake the air.

Life imitates art -- but badly.

What did Jesus say to the headwaiter at the Last Supper? 'Separate checks, please.'

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the smoking censers of Dante's paradise could equal it. One breath of juniper smoke, like the perfume of sagebrush after rain, evokes in magical catalysis, like certain music, the space and light and clarity and piercing strangeness of the American West. Long may it burn.