On Sorrow Floats Laughter.

I Shall Speak Of How Melancholy And Utopia Preclude One Another. How They Fertilize One Another... Of The Revulsion That Follows One Insight And Precedes The Next... Of Superabundance And Surfeit. Of Stasis In Progress. And Of Myself, For Whom Melancholy And Utopia Are Heads And Tails Of The Same Coin.

Who Can Deny That The Environment Has Been Destroyed?

I Have Heard My Fill Of Hurtful Words. I Think It's Especially Egregious When Citizens Like Me, Who Point Out Abuses In Their Country, Are Referred To As 'do-gooders.' This Is How A Phrase That Can Be Used To Stop An Argument Dead Becomes Part Of Common Usage.

Everyone Is Born Into A Certain Era. I Wouldn't Want To See Anyone Faced With The Circumstances That Prevailed At The Time, When There Were Few Or No Alternatives.

Often I Had To Imagine The Things I Needed. I Learned Very Early To Read Amidst Noise. And So I Started Writing And Drawing At An Early Age.