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

The Latino military fare badly when they stumble into war with the gringos. But in the torture, murder, and massacre of their own people, they have always performed with brilliance and elan.

When a man's best friend is his dog, that dog has a problem.

There are two kinds of people I cannot abide: bigots and any well-organized ethnic group.

There is beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere.

A shelf of classics for our young adults: Tolkien, Hesse, Casteneda, Kerouac, Salinger, Tom Robbins, and _The Last Whole Earth Catalog_.

In social affairs, I'm an optimist. I really do believe that our military- industrial civilization will soon collapse.