There Is No Apocalypse.

Exploration Belongs To The Renaissance, Travel To The Bourgeois Age, Tourism To Our Proletarian Moment.

The Past Is Not The Present: Pretending It Is Corrupts Art And Thus Both Rots The Mind And Shrivels The Imagination And Conscience.

I Am Working On A Book Urging The Beating To Death Of Baby Whales Using The Dead Bodies Of Baby Seals.

To Get Home You Had To End The War. To End The War Was The Reason You Fought It. The Only Reason.

A Guide Book Is Addressed To Those Who Plan To Follow The Traveler, Doing What He Has Done, But More Selectively. A Travel Book, In Its Purest, Is Addressed To Those Who Do Not Plan To Follow The Traveler At All, But Who Require The Exotic Or Comic Anomalies, Wonders And Scandals Of The Literary Form Romance Which Their Own Place Or Time Cannot Entirely Supply.