Knowing Few Children Of My Age With

The Prison System, Inherently Unjust And Inhumane, Is The Ultimate Expression Of Injustice And Inhumanity In The Society At Large.

One Is Only Really Inwardly Comfortable, So To Speak, After One's Life Has Assumed Some Sort Of Shape. Not Just A Routine, Like Studying Or A Job Or Being A Housewife, But Something More Complete Than All Those, Which Would Include Goals Set By Oneself And A Circle Of Life-time Type Friends. I Think This Is One Of The Hardest Things To Achieve, In Fact Often Just Trying Doesn't Achieve It But Rather It Seems To Develop Almost By Accident.

Gracious Dying Is A Huge, Macabre And Expensive Joke On The American Public.

The Whole Point Of Muck-raking, Apart From All The Jokes, Is To Try To Do Something About What You've Been Writing About. You May Not Be Able To Change The World But At Least You Can Embarrass The Guilty.

Knowing Few Children Of My Age With Whom To Compare Notes, I Envied The Children Of Literature To Whom Interesting Things Were Always Happening.