-to judge us all through the machine of the Commandant's monstrous fictions! As though they were the truth! As though history & the written word were friends, rather than adversaries!

Rough work with a soul will always be open to all, including condemnation & reviling, while fine work housing emptiness is closed to all insults & is easily ivied over with paid praises

Once upon a time...long ago in a far-off place that everyone knows is not here or now or us.

Eliminate distractions and focus on priorities.

How impotent my anger was, a surge with no place to land, and how familiar that was: my feelings strangled inside me, like little half-formed children, bitter and bristling.

The possible is just the impossible that we've come to accept,

The crisis is not out there in the world, it is within our own consciousness.

Dancing was the only friend I had. The practicing room was my playground.

The world's flattery and hypocrisy is a sweet morsel: eat less of it, for it is full of fire. Its fire is hidden while its taste is manifest, but its smoke becomes visible in the end.

When mankind was in its infancy, steeped in uncertainty, ignorance, and error, was it possible to foresee what system it would adopt for preservation.

I had only one desire: to dismember it. To see of what it was made, to discover the dearness, to find the beauty, the desirability that had escaped me, but apparently only me.

Everybody complains that people are so flaky in LA. I'd rather be flaky than mean.

From beasts we scorn as soulless, In forest, field and den, The cry goes up to witness The soulessness of men