Truth ... Is The First Casualty Of

The Dream Police Will Not Let Me Have Sexual Fantasies.

One Feels A Quickening Of The Pulse When One Crosses A Border.

Every House We Have Lived In, Every Building To Which Our Hands Have Lent Their Work, Belongs To Us By Virtue Of Love Or Of Regret.

Persecution Always Acts As A Jell For Members Of Cults; It Proves To Them, In The Absence Of History, Liturgy, Tradition, And Doctrine, That They Are God's Chosen.

Children Hold Us Hostage; They Represent Our Commitment To The Future.