In All Of Nature, There Is No

Despair Leads To Boredom, Electronic Games, Computer Hacking, Poetry And Other Bad Habits.

If Industrial Man Continues To Multiply His Numbers And Expand His Operations He Will Succeed In His Apparent Intention, To Seal Himself Off From The Natural And Isolate Himself Within A Synthetic Prison Of His Own Making.

It Is Not The Writer's Task To Answer Questions But To Question Answers. To Be Impertinent, Insolent, And, If Necessary, Subversive.

A Good Writer Must Have More Than Vin Rosé In His Veins, Use More Than Chablis For Ink.

Why This Cult Of Wilderness?... Because We Like The Taste Of Freedom; Because We Like The Smell Of Danger.