Don't Ask Me When I First Mastered

The Function Of The West Is To Turn Bodies And Minds Into Products. It Cannot Understand That The Rest Of The World Holds This To Be An Obscenity, A Corruption Of Our Nirvanic Nature.

The Great Weakness Of The West Is That It Has Nothing With Which To Inspire Loyalty Except Wealth. But What Is Wealth? Another Washing Machine, A Bigger Car, A Nicer House To Live In? Not Much To Feed The Spirit In All That.

Las Vegas Is The Expression, In Glitter And Concrete, Of Americas Brittle And Mutating Id.

Shun Security, I Advise Aspiring Novelists When They Complain To Me That They Are Stuck. Get Disoriented. Maybe Your Agonizing Writing Block Isnt Agonizing Enough. Your Enemy Is Comfort.

Expecting To Be Wrong About Most Things Most Of The Time Brings, Finally, The Kind Of Humility That Leads To Peace. I Think.