There Is A World Inside The World.

War Is The Form Nostalgia Takes When Men Are Hard-pressed To Say Something Good About Their Country.

The Dead Have A Presence.

Writing Is A Form Of Personal Freedom. It Frees Us From The Mass Identity We See In The Making All Around Us. In The End, Writers Will Write Not To Be Outlaw Heroes Of Some Underculture But Mainly To Save Themselves, To Survive As Individuals.

There's Never A Dearth Of Reasons To Shoot At The President.

People Hurried Past, The Others Of The Street, Endless Anonymous, Twenty-one Lives Per Second, Race-walking In Their Faces And Pigments, Sprays Of Fleetest Being.