Banks are the temples of America. This is a holy war. Our economy is our religion.

It's true that things are beautiful when they work. Art is function.

Ambulances always come with clouds of smoke. And then they disappear in a whistle. But what they bring is fear. Not freedom. Feardom is what they bring. And they bring fire and smoke. Oh, my nerves are bad tonight, yes, bad. I fear freedom. I, above all, fear the freedom that is above all feardom.

I love hiccups and I love sneezes and I love blinks and I love belches and I love gluttons. I love hair. I love bears. For me, the round. For me, the world.

Questions don't change the truth. But they give it motion.

I have nothing against the smell of rot but something against what hides the smell of rot in the United States of America.

What is liberty? The measure of dignity.