Write A Lot And Hit The Streets.

When We Ever Invited The Beast To Dinner He Didn't Come In And Swipe The Napkins And Start Taking Notes On The Tablecloth 'bout How To Take Over The Whole House?

Reappraise The Past, Re-evaluate Where We've Been, Clarify Where We Are, And Predict Or Anticipate Where We Are Headed. . . .

For People Sometimes Believed That It Was Safer To Live With Complaints, Was Necessary To Cooperate With Grief, Was All Right To Become An Accomplice In Self-ambush... Take Heart To Flat Out Decide To Be Well And Stride Into The Future Sane And Whole.

The Job Of The Writer Is To Make Revolution Irresistible.

We Have Not Been Scuffling In This Waste - Howling Wilderness For The Right To Be Stupid. All This Waste.