Art is subject to arbitrary fashion.
Do we care about these people that are HIV-positive whose lives have been ruined? Those are the people I'm the most concerned about. Every night I think about this.
Each of us have things and thoughts and descriptions of an amazing universe in our possession that kings in the 17th Century would have gone to war to possess.
Here's a bunch of people practising a new set of behavioural norms. Apparently it didn't work because a lot of them got sick. That's the conclusion. You don't necessarily know why it happened. But you start there.
I can say exactly what I feel about any issue, and I'm going to do that.
I've been writing about my boyhood, when I was a little kid back on my grandfather's farm where we didn't know about black widow spiders or all that stuff. But writing about that is so easy.
In the 1950s in Columbia, South Carolina, it was considered OK for kids to play with weird things. We could go to the hardware store and buy 100 feet of dynamite fuse.
It's not blaming the victim. It's not anybody's fault. They just did something that didn't work, that's all.
PCR made it easier to see that certain people are infected with HIV.
Religion is inwardly focused and driven only to sustain itself.
Science consistently produces a new crop of miraculous truths and dazzling devices every year.
Science grows like a weed every year.
Sometimes in the morning, when it's a good surf, I go out there, and I don't feel like it's a bad world.
They can't pooh-pooh me now, because of who I am.
We are the recipients of scientific method. We can each be a creative and active part of it if we so desire.
We were fortunate to have the Russians as our childhood enemies. We practiced hiding under our desks in case they had the temerity to drop a nuclear weapon.