I Shall Be Dumped Where The Weed

Nostalgia In Reverse, The Longing For Yet Another Strange Land, Grew Especially Strong In Spring.

The Social Or Economic Structure Of The Ideal State Is Of Little Concern To Me. My Desires Are Modest. Portraits Of The Head Of The Government Should Not Exceed A Postage Stamp In Size. No Torture And No Executions. No Music, Except Coming Through Earphones, Or Played In Theaters. Freedom Of Speech, Freedom Of Thought, Freedom Of Art.

All Religions Are Based On Obsolete Terminology.

There Are Aphorisms That, Like Airplanes, Stay Up Only While They Are In Motion.

Between The Wolf In The Tall Grass And The Wolf In The Tall Story There Is A Shimmering Go-between. That Go-between, That Prism, Is The Art Of Literature.