...it Is Simplicity That Is Difficult To

Do Not Fear Death So Much But Rather The Inadequate Life.

You Can't Write Poems About Trees When The Woods Are Full Of Policemen.

Whenever There Are Great Virtues, It's A Sure Sign Something's Wrong.

Society Cannot Share A Common Communication System So Long As It Is Split Into Warring Factions.

Sometimes I Have Visions Of Myself Driving Through Hell, Selling Sulphur And Brimstone, Or Through Heaven Peddling Refreshments To The Roaming Souls. If Me And The Children I've Got Left Could Find A Place Where There's No Shooting, I Wouldn't Mind A Few Years Of Peace And Quiet.