History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of "history" it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody understands at the time--and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.

All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name. Remembered line from a long- forgotten poem

We can't stop here, this is bat country!

A word to the wise is infuriating.

Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday.

Las Vegas is the savage heart of the American Dream.