Don’t Ask Me When Be­cause I Don’t

Every Time We Burn A Gallon Of Gas Or An Acre Of Rain Forest, Aren't We Killing The Future To Preserve The Present?

Maybe Self-improvement Isn't The Answer, Maybe Self-destruction Is The Answer.

People Take Conventional Ways That Other People Have Always Decorated Their Cars, And Use Them As Ways Of Giving Other People Permission To Approach Them.

I Think America Is Just So In Love With Conflict.

Telling Some Stories, Miss Leroy Says, Is Committing Suicide.