When You See The Ugliness Behind The

Integrity Is Not A Conditional Word. It Doesn't Blow In The Wind Or Change With The Weather. It Is Your Inner Image Of Yourself, And If You Look In There And See A Man Who Won't Cheat, Then You Know He Never Will.

Way Over Half The Murders Committed In This Country Are By Close Friends Or Relatives Of The Deceased. A Gun Makes A Loud And Satisfying Noise In A Moment Of Passion And Requires No Agility And Very Little Strength. How Many Murders Wouldn't Happen, If They All Had To Use Hammers And Knives?

The Dividing Line [between Friends And Acquaintances] Is Communication, I Think. A Friend Is Someone To Whom You Can Say Any Jackass Thing That Enters Your Mind. With Acquaintances, You Are Forever Aware Of Their Slightly Unreal Image Of You, And To Keep Them Content, You Edit Yourself To Fit. Many Marriages Are Between Acquaintances. You Can Be With A Person For Three Hours Of Your Life And Have A Friend. Another Will Remain An Acquaintance For Thirty Years.

As I Holed Up In The City Of Angels, I Was Also Aware Of A Comforting Feeling Of Anonymity. In The World's Biggest Third-class City I Could Pass Unnoticed. I Spoke The Language. I Was Familiar With The Currency. I Could Drink The Water. I Could Almost Breathe The Air, Late April Air, Compounded Of Interesting Hydrocarbons.

Up With Life. Stamp Out All Small And Large Indignities. Leave Everyone Alone To Make It Without Pressure. Down With Hurting. Lower The Standard Of Living. Do Without Plastics. Smash The Servo-mechanisms. Stop Grabbing. Snuff The Breeze And Hug The Kids. Love All Love. Hate All Hate.