It is not the writer's task to answer questions but to question answers. To be impertinent, insolent, and, if necessary, subversive.

A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.

You long for success? Start at the bottom; dig down.

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.

Desert springtime, with flowers popping up all over the place, trees leafing out, streams gushing down from the mountains. Great time of year for hiking, camping, exploring, sleeping under the new moon and the old stars. At dawn and at evening we hear the coyotes howling with excitement—mating season.

We are befouling and destroying our own home, we are committing a slow but accelerating race suicide and life murder - planetary biocide. Now there is a mighty theme for a mighty book but a challenge to which no modern novelist or poet has yet responded. Where is our Melville, our Milton, our Thomas Mann when we need him most?

Art, science, philosophy, religion -- each offers at best only a crude simplification of actual living experience.