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

I am an enemy of the State. But isn't everyone?

In this glare of brilliant emptiness, in this arid intensity of pure heat, in the heart of a weird solitude, great silence and grand desolution, all things recede to distrances out of reach, relecting light but impossible to touch, annihilating all thought and all that men have made to a spasm of whirling dust far out on the golden desert.

The absurd vanity of metaphysicians who like to imagine that they create the world by thinking about it.

Anywhere, anytime, I'd sacrifice the finest nuance for a laugh, the most elegant trope for a smile.

Married couples who quarrel bitterly every day may really need each other as deeply as those who appear to be desperately in love.

Wilderness and motors are incompatible and the former can best be experienced, understood and enjoyed when the machines are left behind where they belong -- on the superhighways and in the parking lots, on the reservoirs and in the marinas.