Los Angeles Is A Constellation Of Plastic.

You Can't Be A Serious Writer Of Fiction Unless You Believe The Story You Are Telling.

We Divorced Ourselves From The Materials Of The Earth, The Rock, The Wood, The Iron Ore; We Looked To New Materials Which Were Cooked In Vats, Long Complex Derivatives Of Urine Which We Called Plastic. They Had No Odor Of The Living, ... Their Touch Was Alien To Nature. ... [they Proliferated] Like The Matastases Of Cancer Cells.

The Natural Role Of Twentieth-century Man Is Anxiety.

The Condition That Is Most Disagreeable In Your Life Becomes The Most Useful One. You Know, I Feel The Same Way About The U.s. Army. It Was Absolutely The Worst Experience Of My Life, And It Was Probably The Single Most Valuable Experience.

Madness Is Locked Beneath. It Goes Into Tissues, Is Swallowed By The Cells. The Cells Go Mad. Cancer Is Their Flag. Cancer Is Thegrowth Of Madness Denied.