You're Nothing In America If You Don't

When The Corpses Are Cleared No New Order Will Emerge. Power, Society, Relationships, Will Descend In All Their Confusion On A New Generation. The Old, Who Started This Conflagration, Will Retreat, Worn Out, The Survivors And The Young Will Continue The Dance.

No One Remembers Her Beginnings. Mothers And Aunts Tell Us About Infancy And Early Childhood, Hoping We Won't Forget The Past When They Had Total Control Over Our Lives And Secretly Praying That Because Of It, We'll Include Them In Our Future.

Normal Is The Average Of Deviance.

I Hate The Telephone. I Think The Lowest Circle Of Hell Is Reserved For Alexander Graham Bell.

I Have Finally Figured Out That The Purpose Of Life Is To Enjoy It.