To an artist a metaphor is as real as a dollar.

I mean that gods do not limit men. Men limit men.

I'm an outlaw, not a philosopher, but I know this much: there's meaning in everything, all things are connected, and a good champagne is a drink.' Bernard began to sing again. Timidly, Leigh-Cheri joined in. Between verses, they opened another bottle. The popping of its cork echoed throughout the great stone chamber. Of the three billion people on earth, only Bernard and Leigh-Cheri heard the popping of the cork and its echoes. Only Bernard and Leigh-Cheri passed out under the tablecloth.

The trouble with the fast lane is that all the movement is horizontal. And I like to go vertical sometimes.

It is as if the soul of the continent is weeping. Why does it weep? It weeps for the bones of the buffalo. It weeps for magic that has been forgotten. It weeps for the decline of poets.It weepsfor the black people who think like white people.It weepsfor the Indians who think like settlers.It weepsfor the children who think like adults.It weepsfor the free who think like prisoners.Most of all, it weepsfor the cowgirls who think like cowboys.

But the center can be a harmful place for one who has lived so long on the edge.... Normality is the Great Neurosis of civilization.

This did not annoy Amanda for it had long been her theory that human beings were invented by water as a device for transporting itself from one place to another.