No Book Or Poem Is Ever Finished,

The Pack Of Media Brayed And Bellowed Outside The House For Seven Weeks. Sol Realized Then What He Had Known And Forgotten About Very Small Communities: They Were Frequently Annoying, Always Parochial, Sometimes Prying On A One-to-one Level, But Never Had They Subscribed To The Vicious Legacy Of The So-called "public's Right To Know".

Most Of Us Do Know We Have No Immortality. And When You've Found A Genius, Someone Who Has Already Purchased His Immortality In Musical Or Literary Terms, It's Maddening.

All Of Our Lives Are Governed By A Certain Degree Of Faith In Bullshit.

Nobody Gets Beyond A Petroleum Economy. Not While There's Petroleum There.

Nothing Helps An Artist's Career More Than A Little Death And Obscurity.