The Books I Haven't Written Are Better

Boys Do Not Grow Up Gradually. They Move Forward In Spurts Like The Hands Of Clocks In Railway Stations.

We Are All Serving A Life Sentence In The Dungeon Of The Self.

That Sinister Stonehenge Of Economic Man, Rockefeller Center.

Greed, Like The Love Of Comfort, Is A Kind Of Fear.

If One Is Too Lazy To Think, Too Vain To Do A Thing Badly, Too Cowardly To Admit It, One Will Never Attain Wisdom.