How Can You Be Alienated Without First

--why Are We Fighting Them? --they're Mad. We're Sane. --how Do We Know? --that We're Sane? --yes. --am I Sane? --to All Appearances. --and You, Do You Consider Yourself Sane? --i Do. --well, There You Have It. --but Don't They Also Consider Themselves Sane? --i Think They Know. Deep Down. That They're Not Sane. --how Must That Make Them Feel? --terrible, I Should Think. They Must Fight Ever More Fiercely, In Order To Deny What They Know To Be True. That They Are Not Sane.

Capitalism Places Every Man In Competition With His Fellows For A Share Of The Available Wealth. A Few People Accumulate Big Piles, But Most Do Not. The Sense Of Community Falls Victim To This Struggle.

People Always Like To Hear That They're Under Stress, Makes Them Feel Better. You Can Imagine What They'd Feel If They Were Told They Weren't Under Stress.

Endings Are Elusive, Middles Are Nowhere To Be Found, But Worst Of All Is To Begin, To Begin, To Begin.

The Writer Is One Who, Embarking Upon A Task, Does Not Know What To Do... Writing Is A Process Of Dealing With Not-knowing, A Forcing Of What And How.