I Write Every Day. I'm Always In

Mutt Enjoyed Traveling By Car, But He Was An Unquiet Passenger. He Suffered From The Delusion, Common To Dogs And Small Boys, That When He Was Looking Out The Right-hand Side, He Was Probably Missing Something Far More Interesting On The Left-hand Side.

I Write Every Day. I'm Always In The Process Of Writing My Last Book, Until The Next One.

Whenever And Wherever Men Have Engaged In The Mindless Slaughter Of Animals (including Other Men), They Have Often Attempted To Justify Their Acts By Attributing The Most Vicious Or Revolting Qualities To Those They Would Destory; And The Less Reason There Is For The Slaughter, The Greater The Campaign For Vilification.

We're Under Some Gross Misconception That We're A Good Species, Going Somewhere Important, And That At The Last Minute We'll Correct Our Errors And God Will Smile On Us. It's Delusion.

After All, We Fought The Yanks In 1812 And Kicked Them The Hell Out Of Our Country - But Not With Blanks.