How could I be anything but a dissenter? Who wants the opinion of a group?

An exchange occurs between man and woman. Love and thought complete each other in the human pair, and something like an exchange of souls takes place, according to the divine plan.

I don’t actually take much stock in the collapsing culture bit. I’m beginning to see it instead as the conduct of life without input from your soul.

I’ve had all the monstrosity I want.

I am an American – Chicago born.

But a man's character is his fate... and in the end there isn't any way to disguise the nature of the knocks by acoustical work on the door or gloving the knuckles.

The writer cannot make the seas of distraction stand still, but he [or she] can at times come between the madly distracted and the distractions.