Saturday, December 31, 2011



Friday, December 30, 2011

All of man’s problems

come from his inability to sit quietly in a room alone.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

The Army kept me on because I could type, so I was typing other people's discharges and stuff.

And my feeling was, 'Please, I've done everything I was supposed to do. Can I go home now?' That's what I feel right now. I've written books. Lots of them. Please, I've done everything I'm supposed to do. Can I go home now?

Worked very briefly for Sports Illustrated magazine,

where he was assigned to write a piece on a racehorse that had jumped a fence and attempted to run away. After staring at the blank piece of paper on his typewriter all morning, he typed, "The horse jumped over the fucking fence," and left.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Those who see the world as a battleground revel in what they’ve made impossible for others.

Those who see the world as a commons revel in what they have made possible with others.

Death is not the greatest loss in life.

The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.


Monday, December 12, 2011

The letter


Tuesday, December 6, 2011


: a system in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and countries within its orbit by which government-suppressed literature was clandestinely printed and distributed; also : such literature