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.

In a nation ruled by swine, all pigs are upward mobile - and the rest of us are fucked until we can put our acts together: Not necessarily to Win, but mainly to keep from Losing Completely.

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

Old elephants limp off to the hills to die; old Americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars.

Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and I am no exception.

You can't hoard fun. It has no shelf life.

Familiarity seems to breed contempt