The Writer's Job Is To

Men To Whom God Is Dead Worship One Another.

I Think All Of Us Are Looking For That Which Does Not Admit Of Bullshit . . . If You Tell Me You Can Bench Press 450, Hell, We'll Load Up The Bar And Put You Under It. Either You Can Do It Or You Can't Do It-you Can't Bullshit. Ultimately, Sports Are Just About As Close To What One Would Call The Truth As It Is Possible To Get In This World.

I First Became Fascinated With The Sears Catalogue Because All The People In Its Pages Were Perfect. Nearly Everybody I Knew Had Something Missing, A Finger Cut Off, A Toe Split, An Ear Half-chewed Away, An Eye Clouded With Blindness From A Glancing Fence Staple. And If They Didn't Have Something Missing, They Were Carrying Scars From Barbed Wire, Or Knives, Or Fishhooks. But The People In The Catalogue Had No Such Hurts. They Were Not Only Whole, Had All Their Arms And Legs And Eyes On Their Unscarred Bodies, But They Were Also Beautiful.

What The Artist Owes The World Is His Work; Not A Model For Living.

There Is Something Beautiful About All Scars Of Whatever Nature. A Scar Means The Hurt Is Over, The Wound Is Closed And Healed, Done With.