Like Love, Destruction Can Be Ecstatic.

Innovation Violates Tradition--attacks It In Public And Steals From It In Private.

Modernized By Tin Roofs And T-shirts, Third World Poverty Is No Longer Picturesque.

If Everything Had A Label, We Would Live In A Fully Delineated But False World.

The Negative Always Wins At Last, But I Like It None The Better For That.

I Am Easy-going Right Up To The Borders Of My Self-interest.