Life is no way to treat an animal.

What memories for mud to have.

Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?

Farewell, hello, farewell, hello.

Here's what I think the truth is: We are all addicts of fossil fuels in a state of denial, about to face cold turkey.

Doesn't anything socialistic make you want to throw up? Like great public schools, or health insurance for all?

One thing I hate about school committees today is that they cut arts programs out of the curriculum because they say the arts aren't a way to make a living.