I'd Like To Lose Interest In Myself.

In The American Soul There Is A Lonely Individual Standing In A Vast Landscape.

No Sense Of The Irony Of Human Experience, That We Are The Highest Form Of Life On Earth, And Yet Ineffably Sad Because We Know What No Other Animal Knows, That We Must Die.

He Said, "the Word For Moonlight Is Moonlight.

Something Lurked Inside The Truth.

I Would Never Write In Response To What I Believe The Public Wanted Or Needed.