“I like to think (it has to be!)of a cybernetic ecologywhere we are free of our laborsand joined back to nature,returned to our mammalbrothers and sisters,and all watched overby machines of loving grace.”

“It's an old song that's been played on all the jukeboxes in America. The song has been around so long that it's been recorded on the very dust of America and it has settled on everything and changed chairs and cars and toys and lamps and windows into billions of phonographs to play that song back into the ear of our broken heart.”

“I feel horrible. She doesn'tlove me and I wander aroundthe house like a sewing machine that's just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.”

“We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.”

“If you will die for me,I will die for youand our graves will be like two lovers washingtheir clothes togetherin a laundromatIf you will bring the soapI will bring the bleach.”

“I guess the last remaining question is: What about the sombrero? It's still there, lying in the street but its temperature had returned to -24 degrees and fortunately for America it stayed there. Millions of tourists have walked all around it but not one of them has seen it, though it is in plain sight. How can you miss a very cold white sombrero lying in the Main Street of a town? In other words: There is more to life than meets the eye.”

“The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine DisasterWhen you take your pillit's like a mine disaster.I think of all the people lost inside you.”