"It's a cruel portrait of us: 500 million sentient people
entrapped in the recent careless thoughts
of a Harvard sophomore."
"When you're headed for the border, lord, you're bound to cross the line."
- or -
Why We Did(n't) Start a Cult
"Without community, there is no liberation...but community must not
mean a shedding of our differences, nor the pathetic pretense
that these differences do not exist."
On the Off Chance I Have Actually Contracted West Nile Virus
...death ought to be right there before the eyes of a young
man just as much as an old one...
"Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance"