The Message Is Clear: By All Means

I'm An American. We're A People Diseased With Progress.

You Can't Blame Me. I Mean That Literally. You're Incapable Of Blaming Me. You're Human. Being Human Is Choosing Freedom Over Imprisonment, Autonomy Over Dependency, Liberty Over Servitude. You Can't Blame Me Because You Know (come On, Man, You've Always Known) That The Idea Of Spending Eternity With Nothing To Do Except Praise God Is Utterly Unappealing. You'd Be Catatonic After An Hour. Heaven's A Swiz Because To Get In You Have To Leave Yourself Outside. You Can't Blame Me Because -- Now Do Please Be Honest With Yourself For Once -- You'd Have Left, Too.

The First Horror Is There's Horror. The Second Is You Accommodate It.

Falling In Love Makes The Unknown Known. Falling Out Of Love Reverses The Process.

I Hated The Words. Each One Was Like A Big Live Insect In My Mouth.