I could go on to speak of sanity as compared with insanity, decency as compared with vandalism, friendship as compared with rabies.

... humanity deserved to die horribly, since it had behaved so cruelly and wastefully on a planet so sweet.

Human beings will believe in all kinds of things that aren't true, and that's okay. And TV is a part of that.

You don't do art for any other reason than to help your soul grow.

Future generations will look back on TV as the lead in the water pipes that slowly drove the Romans mad.

So I went to New York City to be born again. It was and remains easy for most Americans to go somewhere else and start anew. I wasn't like my parents. I didn't have any supposedly sacred piece of land or shoals of friends to leave behind. Nowhere has the number zero been of more philisophical value than in the United States.... and when the [train] plunged into a tunnel under New York City, with it's lining of pipes and wires, I was out of the womb and into the birth canal.

During my three years in Vietnam, I certainly heard plenty of last words by dying American footsoldiers. Not one of them, however, had illusions that he had somehow accomplished something worthwhile in the process of making the Supreme Sacrifice.