"Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell- raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles-- a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other-- that kept me going." The Rum Diary, Hunter S. Thompson


"You are never dedicated to something you have complete confidence in" Robert M. Pirsig


For those who support the war in Iraq...

"You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go."

An excerpt from the poem Suicide in the Trenches by Siegfried Sassoon