Like Art And Politics, Gangsterism Is A

If You Feel A Bump On Page One Hundred, It May Be You Went Off On Page Fifty.

We Are Able To Walk On Air, But Only As Long As Our Illusion Supports Us.

Dad Is Always Hiding In His Book.

The Historian Will Tell You What Happened. The Novelist Will Tell You What It Felt Like.

Uncharged With Invisible Meaning, The Visible Is Nothing, Mere Clay; And Without Visible Circumstance, A Territory, To Connect To, Our Spirit Is Shapeless, Nameless, And Undefined.