The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn't let her. "Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?" she asked me. "The big show is inside my head," I said.

If there really had been a Mercutio, and if there really were a Paradise, Mercutio might be hanging out with teenage Vietnam draftee casualties now, talking about what it felt like to die for other people's vanity and foolishness.

A society is only as healthy as its ideas are humane.

It's a small world. When you put it in a cemetery, it is.

There's a Chaplain who never visited the front.

I never asked to be born in the first place.

You are reading a bold and universal headline which says ,’I am here, I am here, I am here.