My Own Best Books Have Not Been

The Writer Concerned More With Technique Than Truth Becomes A Technician, Not An Artist.

One Day In Dipstick, Nebraska, Or Landfill, Oklahoma, Is Worth More To Me Than An Eternity In Dante's Plastic Paradiso, Or Yeats's Gold-plated Byzantium.

War? The One War I'd Be Happy To Join Is The War Against Officers.

So I Lived Alone. The First Thing I Did Was Take Off My Pants. Naturally.

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