What Characterizes A Member Of A Minority

The Night Before I Left Las Vegas I Walked Out In The Desert To Look At The Moon. There Was A Jeweled City On The Horizon, Spires Rising In The Night, But The Jewels Were Diadems Of Electric And The Spires Were The Neon Of Signs Ten Stories High.

People Who Are Greedy Have Extraordinary Capacities For Waste-they Must, They Take In Too Much.

It All Comes Down To Who Does The Dishes.

The Final Purpose Of Art Is To Intensify, Even, If Necessary, To Exacerbate, The Moral Consciousness Of People.

Faction Is That Hybrid Of Documented Fact And Novelistic Elaboration.