Pugnacity Is A Form Of

I Love America, But I Don't Like It.

Whatever The Misery, He Could Not Regain Contentment With A World Which, Once Doubted, Became Absurd.

Winter Is Not A Season, It's An Occupation.

Every Compulsion Is Put Upon Writers To Become Safe, Polite, Obedient, And Sterile. In Protest, I Declined Election To The National Institute Of Arts And Letters Some Years Ago, And Now I Must Decline The Pulitzer Prize.

Under A Tyranny, Most Friends Are A Liability. One Quarter Of Them Turn "reasonable" And Become Your Enemies, One Quarter Are Afraid To Speak, And One Quarter Are Killed And You Die With Them. But The Blessed Final Quarter Keep You Alive.