All the filth and horror, fear, hate disease and death of human history flows between you and the Western Lands.

Cat hate reflects an ugly, stupid, loutish, bigoted spirit. There can be no compromise with this Ugly Spirit.

I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it.

How I hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity.

Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

Americans have a special horror of giving up control, of letting things happen in their own way without interference. They would like to jump down into their stomachs and digest the food and shovel the shit out.