Survival Is Triumph Enough.

I Think All Of Us Are Looking For That Which Does Not Admit Of Bullshit . . . If You Tell Me You Can Bench Press 450, Hell, We'll Load Up The Bar And Put You Under It. Either You Can Do It Or You Can't Do It-you Can't Bullshit. Ultimately, Sports Are Just About As Close To What One Would Call The Truth As It Is Possible To Get In This World.

Writers Spend All Their Time Preoccupied With Just The Things That Their Fellow Men And Women Spend Their Time Trying To Avoid Thinking About. ... It Takes Great Courage To Look Where You Have To Look, Which Is In Yourself, In Your Experience, In Your Relationship With Fellow Beings, Your Relationship To The Earth, To The Spirit Or To The First Cause—to Look At Them And Make Something Of Them.

What The Artist Owes The World Is His Work; Not A Model For Living.

Hell Came Right Along With God, Hand In Hand. The Stink Of Sulfur Swirled In The Air Of The Church, Fire Burned In The Aisles, And Brimstone Rained Out Of The Rafters. From The Evangelist's Oven Mouth Spewed Images Of A Place With Pitchforks, And Devils, And Lakes Of Fire That Burned Forever. God Had Fixed A Place Like That Because He Loved Us So Much.

I Never Wanted To Be Well-rounded. I Do Not Admire Well-rounded People Nor Their Work. So Far As I Can See, Nothing Good In The World Has Ever Been Done By Well-rounded People. The Good Work Is Done By People With Jagged, Broken Edges, Because Those Edges Cut Things And Leave An Imprint, A Design.