Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and I am no exception.
Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser.
We are turning into a nation of whimpering slaves to Fear—fear of war, fear of poverty, fear of random terrorism, fear of getting down-sized or fired because of the plunging economy, fear of getting evicted for bad debts or suddenly getting locked up in a military detention camp on vague charges of being a Terrorist sympathizer.
I feel the same way about disco as I do about herpes.
We are turning into a nation of whimpering slaves to Fear
Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.
In a nation ruled by swine, all pigs are upward mobile.
The Edge...There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others-the living-are those who pushed their control as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later. But the edge is still Out there.