Rocks, like louseworts and snail darters and pupfish and 3rdworld black, lesbian, feminist, militant poets, have rights, too. Especially the right to exist.

You cannot reshape human nature without mutilating human beings.

Mexico: where life is cheap, death is rich, and the buzzards are never unhappy.

Girls, like flowers, bloom but once. But once is enough.

Freedom begins between the ears.

J. Edgar Hoover, J. Bracken Lee, J. Parnell Thomas, J. Paul Getty -- you can always tell a shithead by that initial initial.

Our culture runs on coffee and gasoline, the first often tasting like the second.