Fishing from a boat seems like dilettante bullshit - like hunting wild boar with a can of spray paint from the safety of a pick-up truck

Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

Whatever he might have denied me was unimportant; it was the fact that he could deny me anything at all, even what I didn't want

We are turning into a nation of whimpering slaves to Fear—fear of war, fear of poverty, fear of random terrorism, fear of getting down-sized or fired because of the plunging economy, fear of getting evicted for bad debts or suddenly getting locked up in a military detention camp on vague charges of being a Terrorist sympathizer.

Still humping the American Dream

Never mind the track. The track is for punks. We are Road People. We are Cafe Racers.