In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.

It drops us into a vigorous current, a constant state of misguided control. The doomed generation takes a final step forward, ignoring all the signs that state the obvious, and leaps into a trip no drug known to man could ever encompass.

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

I think I'm going to have to get a flying license very soon, and maybe one of those Lear jets. It beats motorcycles all to hell.

Sounds of life and movement, people getting ready and people giving up, the sound of hope and the sound of hanging on, and behind them all, the quiet, deadly ticking of a thousand hungry clocks.

I feel trapped if I know I can't kill myself at anytime

I am surprised and embarrassed to be a part of the first American generation to leave the country in far worse shape than it was when we first came into it.