The real work of men was hunting meat. The invention of agriculture was a giant step in the wrong direction, leading to serfdom, cities, and empire. From a race of hunters, artists, warriors, and tamers of horses, we degraded ourselves to what we are now: clerks, functionaries, laborers, entertainers, processors of information.

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

A pretty girl can do no wrong.

Poetry -- even bad poetry -- may be our final hope.

Terrorism: deadly violence against humans and other living things, usually conducted by government against its own people.

We can have wilderness without freedom; we can have wilderness without human life at all, but we cannot have freedom without wilderness, we cannot have freedom without leagues of open space beyond the cities, where boys and girls, men and women, can live at least part of their lives under no control but their own desires and abilities, free from any and all direct administration by their fellow men.

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