He Took Pains To Avoid Self-depreciation, Self-mockery,

It Occurred To Me That Eating Is The Only Form Of Professionalism Most People Ever Attain.

I Have Only A Bare Working Knowledge Of The Human Brain But It's Enough To Make Me Proud To Be An American.

Digital Clocks Took The 'space' Out Of Time.

I Long For The Days Of Disorder. I Want Them Back, The Days When I Was Alive On The Earth, Rippling In The Quick Of My Skin, Heedless And Real. I Was Dumb-muscled And Angry And Real. This Is What I Long For, The Breach Of Peace, The Days Of Disarray When I Walked Real Streets And Did Things Slap-bang And Felt Angry And Ready All The Time, A Danger To Others And A Distant Mystery To Myself.

Tourism Is The March Of Stupidity.