I Am An Enemy Of The State.

What Draws Us Into The Desert Is The Search For Something Intimate In The Remote.

I’m Tired Of Doing What I Don’t Want To Do To Live The Way I Don’t Want To Live.

Love Flowers Best In Openness And Freedom.

Whenever I See A Photograph Of Some Sportsman Grinning Over His Kill, I Am Always Impressed By The Striking Moral And Esthetic Superiority Of The Dead Animal To The Live One.

Jack Kerouac, Like A Sick Refrigerator, Worked Too Hard At Keeping Cool And Died On His Mama's Lap From Alcohol And Infantilism.