Literature Is Greater Than Any Of Us,

When A War Is Won, It's The Losers, Not The Winners, Who Are Liberated.

Disease-carrying Thoughts Swarm And Multiply In The Dark And Twisted Labyrinths Of Our Minds, And All That Is Needed Is A Mob And A Good Political Slogan For The Epidemic To Be Spread Once Again, With A Burst Of Automatic Weapons Or A Mushroom Cloud.

Literature Is Greater Than Any Of Us, Dammit.

I've Had A Lot Of Fun. Good-bye, And Thank You.

...the Only Way To Prove You Are Normal Is To Smash Someone's Face In