To Have Realized Your Dream Makes You

I've Found What I Was Looking For, Child: What People Call Love Between A Man And A Woman Is A Season. And If, At Its Flowering, This Season Is A Feast Of Greenery, At Its Waning, It's Only A Heap Of Rotting Leaves.

To Have Realized Your Dream Makes You Feel Lost.

I'll Impose Upon You The Same Arrogance That Was Imposed On Me, And On My Mother, My Grandmother, My Grandmother's Mother: All The Way Back To The First Human Born Of Another Human Being, Whether He Liked It Or Not. Probably, If He Or She Had Been Allowed To Choose, He Would Have Been Frightened And Answered: No, I Don't Want To Be Born. But No One Asked Their Opinion, And So They Were Born And Lived And Died After Giving Birth To Another Human Being Who Was Not Asked To Choose, And That One Did Likewise, For Millions Of Years, Right Down To Us.

I Have Expressed My Opinion Through The Written Word Through My Books, That Is All.

To Be Good Or Bad Doesn't Count: Life Out In This World Doesn't Depend On That. It Depends On A Relation Of Forces Based On Violence. And Survival Is Violence. You'll Wear Leather Shoes Because Someone Has Killed A Cow And Skinned It To Make Leather.