thinking about tracking. . . . Sometime in grade school, already your fate was settled, your socialclass was established for the rest of your life.

Drifting with things is a habit it takes almost dying to break.

they were in love with apocalypse, like all men, more in love with myths than with any woman.

People were not getting back what they wanted for their sold labor. Taxes grew and services shrank. Prices rose and quality decayed. Everywhere people felt used and betrayed and coerced and cheated.

It's the last great free-for-all robbery of everybody's earth.

They found the library sadly lacking in texts they could use.

All around you are people whose lives are filled with trouble and sorrow, and they need your compassion and encouragement.

You are here because Fate invited you. You cannot go back the way you came. I suggest you go forward instead.

We all look to have transcendent experiences that lift us out of the everyday, and fear is a good one. But, I think it's the same reason why people want to laugh their heads off.

Those who can’t change their minds can’t change anything.

There's such an energy bounding around New York, I can't help but get swept along in it.

If nationality is consent, the state is compulsion.

Traditionally, songwriters can't sing. And that holds true in my case, also.

I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms.

Corporatization is the descendant of industrialization.

And so, being in Heaven, it was easy for him to lose sight of earth.