Love Flowers Best In Openness And Freedom.

A Good Writer Must Have More Than Vin Rosé In His Veins, Use More Than Chablis For Ink.

The Domination Of Nature Leads To The Domination Of Human Nature.

So I Write Mainly For The Fun Of It, The Hell Of It, The Duty Of It. I Enjoy Writing And Will Probably Be A Scribbler On My Dying Day, Sprawled On Some Stony Trail Halfway Between Two Dry Waterholes.

All Power Rests On Hierarchy: An Army Is Nothing But A Well-organized Lynch Mob.

The City Itself Swung Slowly Toward Us Silent As A Dream. No Sign Of Life But Puffs Of Steam From Skyscraper Chimneys, The Motion Of The Traffic. The Mighty Towers Stood Like Tombstones In A Graveyard, Leaning Against The Sky And Waiting For -- For What? Someday We'll Know.