Faster, Faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.

Myths and legends die hard in America.

The greatest mania of all is passion: and I am a natural slave to passion: the balance between my brain and my soul and my body is as wild and delicate as the skin of a Ming vase.

The towers are gone now, reduced to bloody rubble, along with all hopes for Peace in Our Time, in the United States or any other country. Make no mistake about it: We are At War now & with somebody & and we will stay At War with that mysterious Enemy for the rest of our lives.

It gave me a strange feeling, and the rest of that night I didn’t say much, but merely sat there and drank, trying to decide if I was getting older and wiser, or just plain old.

On my tombstone they will carve, "IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME.

The waitress had the appearance of a very old hooker who had finally found her place in life