No One In A Group Of Three

Nothing Whatever But The Constitutional Law, The Political Structure, Of These United States Protects Any American From Arbitrary Seizure Of His Property And His Person, From The Gestapo And The Storm Troops, From The Concentration Camp, The Torture Chamber, The Revolver At The Back Of His Neck In A Cellar.

Plants And Animals Repeat Routine, But Men Who Are Not Restrained Will Go Into The Future Like Explorers Into A New Country.

Writing Fiction Is An Endless And Always Defeated Effort To Capture Some Quality Of Life Without Killing It.

The First Twenty Years Of My Life Were Wasted. I Didn't Fit My Environment, And I Didn't Know Any Other.

Anyone Who Says That Economic Security Is A Human Right, Has Been To Much Babied. While He Babbles, Other Men Are Risking And Losing Their Lives To Protect Him. They Are Fighting The Sea, Fighting The Land, Fighting Disease And Insects And Weather And Space And Time, For Him, While He Chatters That All Men Have A Right To Security And That Some Pagan God—society, The State, The Government, The Commune—must Give It To Them. Let The Fighting Men Stop Fighting This Inhuman Earth For One Hour, And He Will Learn How Much Security There Is.