I have written much about many good places. But the best places of all, I have never mentioned.

Civilization is a youth with a molotov cocktail in his hand. Culture is the Soviet tank or L.A. cop that guns him down.

To be everywhere at once is to be nowhere forever, if you ask me.

War? The one war I'd be happy to join is the war against officers.

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

I understand and sympathize with the reasonable needs of a reasonable number of people on a finite continent. All life depends upon other life. But what is happening today, in North America, is not rational use but irrational massacre. Man the Pest, multiplied to the swarming stage, is attacking the remaining forests like a plague of locusts on a field of grain.

When the situation is desperate, it is too late to be serious. Be playful.