I’m tired of doing what I don’t want to do to live the way I don’t want to live.

There is a fine art to making enemies and it requires diligent cultivation. It's not as easy as it looks.

To meet God or Medusa face to face, even if it means risking everything human in myself. I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with the nonhuman world and yet somehow survives still intact individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.

Filling out the form: Race? Human. Religion? Paiute. Occupation? Criminal anarchy. Hobbies? Survival with honor.

God bless America. Let's try to save some of it.

It is true that some of my fiction was based on actual events. But the events took place after the fiction was written.

The tank, the B-52, the fighter-bomber, the state-controlled police and military are the weapons of dictatorship. The rifle is the weapon of democracy. Not for nothing was the revolver called an "equalizer."