I'm Not Anyone, I'm Just Myself; Whatever

We Earth Men Have A Talent For Ruining Big, Beautiful Things.

Don't They Get Afraid, Then?" "they Have A Religion For That.

Writing Can Be Described In Two Verbs: Throw Up And Clean Up.

...we're Allotted A Little Space On Earth And That We Survive In That Wilderness That Can Take Back What It Has Given, As Easily As Blowing Its Breath On Us Or Sending The Sea To Tell Us We Are Not So Big. When We Forget How Close The Wilderness Is In The Night, My Grandpa Said, Someday It Will Come In And Get Us, For We Will Have Forgotten How Terrible And Real It Can Be.

I Can Write Faster On A Typewriter Than You Can On A Computer. I Do 120 Words A Minute, And You Can't Do That On A Computer.