What Ideal, Immutable Platonic Cloud Could Equal

What Our Economists Call A Depressed Area Almost Always Turns Out To Be A Cleaner, Freer, More Livable Place Than Most.

Anarchy Works. Italy Has Proved It For A Thousand Years.

The Fire. The Odor Of Burning Juniper Is The Sweetest Fragrance On The Face Of The Earth, In My Honest Judgment; I Doubt If All The Smoking Censers Of Dante's Paradise Could Equal It. One Breath Of Juniper Smoke, Like The Perfume Of Sagebrush After Rain, Evokes In Magical Catalysis, Like Certain Music, The Space And Light And Clarity And Piercing Strangeness Of The American West. Long May It Burn.

When I Hear The Word 'culture', I Reach For My Checkbook.

We Live In A Society In Which It Is Normal To Be Sick; And Sick To Be Abnormal.