There Is Nothing Funny About Halloween. This

Terror Is As Much A Part Of The Concept Of Truth As Runniness Is Of The Concept Of Jam. We Wouldn't Like Jam If It Didn't, By Its Very Nature, Ooze. We Wouldn't Like Truth If It Wasn't Sticky, If, From Time To Time, It Didn't Ooze Blood.

The Desert Is A Natural Extension Of The Inner Silence Of The Body.

Laughter On American Television Has Taken The Place Of The Chorus In Greek Tragedy. It Is Unrelenting; The News, The Stock-exchange Reports, And The Weather Forecast Are About The Only Things Spared.

The Opposite Of Knowledge Is Not Ignorance, But Deceit And Fraud.

For The Heavenly Fire No Longer Strikes Depraved Cities, It Is Rather The Lens Which Cuts Through Ordinary Reality Like A Laser, Putting It To Death.