We Are What We Do, Especially What

Writing Is A Marvelous Adventure And Very Labor-intensive: Those Words Run Away And Try To Escape. They Are Very Difficult To Capture.

Utopia Lies At The Horizon. When I Draw Nearer By Two Steps, It Retreats Two Steps. If I Proceed Ten Steps Forward, It Swiftly Slips Ten Steps Ahead. No Matter How Far I Go, I Can Never Reach It. What, Then, Is The Purpose Of Utopia? It Is To Cause Us To Advance.

There Are Those Who Believe Destiny Rests At The Feet Of The Gods, But The Truth Is That It Confronts The Conscious Of Man With A Burning Challenge.

Our Effectiveness Depends On Our Capacity To Be Audacious And Astute, Clear And Appealing. I Would Hope That We Can Create A Language More Fearless And Beautiful Than That Used By Conformist Writers To Greet The Twilight.

In 1492, The Natives Discovered They Were Indians, Discovered They Lived In America, Discovered They Were Naked, Discovered That The Sin Existed, Discovered They Owed Allegiance To A King And Kingdom From Another World And A God From Another Sky, And That This God Had Invented The Guilty And The Dress, And Had Sent To Be Burnt Alive Who Worships The Sun The Moon The Earth And The Rain That Wets It.