May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

Nobody has so many friends that he can afford to lose one.

Nearly all of Latin America, from Chile to Mexico, is one long rack of torture. Financed, equipped, and refined by the U.S. government.

The response to my books from my East Coast friends has been wildly various, running the gamut from 'bad' to 'very bad.' (Is there another gamut?)

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

Anarchism? You bet your sweet betsy. The only cure for the ills of democracy is more democracy. Much more.

The best people, like the best wines, come from the hills.