Well, I git enough sorrow. I like to git away from it.

A dying people tolerates the present, rejects the future, and finds its satisfactions in past greatness and half remembered glory

I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents.... The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?

This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.

A strange species we are, We can stand anything God and nature can throw at us save only plenty. If I wanted to destroy a nation, I would give it too much, and I would have it on its knees, miserable, greedy, sick. --John Steinbeck to Adlai Stevenson

An ocean without unnamed monsters would be like sleep without dreams.

I wish to God I knew as much about writing as I did when I was 19. I was absolutely certain about most things then. Also, I suspect, more accurate.