Sentiment Without Action Is The Ruin Of

Life Is Already Too Short To Waste On Speed.

The Dog's Life Is A Good Life, For A Dog.

The New Age Orgy: The Flesh Was Willing But The Spirit's Weak.

Civilization Is A Youth With A Molotov Cocktail In His Hand. Culture Is The Soviet Tank Or L.a. Cop That Guns Him Down.

I Suppose Each Of Us Has His Own Fantasy Of How He Wants To Die. I Would Like To Go Out In A Blaze Of Glory, Myself, Or Maybe Simply Disappear Someday, Far Out In The Heart Of The Wilderness I Love, All By Myself, Alone With The Universe And Whatever God May Happen To Be Looking On. Disappear - And Never Return. That's My Fantasy.