Our Culture Runs On Coffee And Gasoline,

In The World Of Words, One Of My Best-loved Tribes Is The Diatribe.

We Know This Apodictic Rock Beneath Our Feet. That Dogmatic Sun Above Our Heads. The World Of Dreams, The Agony Of Love And The Foresight Of Death. That Is All We Know. And All We Need To Know? Challenge That Statement.

You Can't Belay A Man Who's Falling In Love.

Three Words Remain That Can Yet Stir The Blood Of Man: The Word 'rebellion'; The Word 'revolt'; The Word 'revolution'.

How Can I Be So Evil? It Ain't Easy.