In the meantime, I would drink, rest, and ponder the meaning of this mob.

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and - in spite of True Romance magazines - we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.

Don't judge your taco by its price

Smart people understand that there is no such thing as paranoia. It is just another mask for ignorance.

How long can we maintain? I wonder. How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family. Will he make that grim connection.

Nixon was no more a saint than he was a great president.

He had come so far from himself that I don't think he knew who he was anymore.