Love flowers best in openness and freedom.

Jack Kerouac, like a sick refrigerator, worked too hard at keeping cool and died on his mama's lap from alcohol and infantilism.

Nature is indifferent to our love, but never unfaithful.

The ready availability of suicide, like sex and alcohol, is one of life's basic consolations.

In a nation of sheep, one brave man forms a majority.

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

I would give ten years off the beginning of my life to see, only once, Tyrannosaurus rex come rearing up from the elms of Central Park, a Morgan police horse screaming in its jaws. We can never have enough of nature.