I Believe In Nothing That I Cannot

Jack Kerouac, Like A Sick Refrigerator, Worked Too Hard At Keeping Cool And Died On His Mama's Lap From Alcohol And Infantilism.

All Governments Need Enemies. How Else To Justify Their Existence?

There Is A Deep, Abiding, Unshakable Satisfaction In A Life Of Complete Failure.

There Never Was A Good War Or A Bad Revolution.

The Tragic Sense Of Life: Our Heroic Acceptance Of The Suffering Of Others.