Here lies Howard Campbell’s essence,
Freed from his body’s noisome nuisance.
His body, empty, prowls the earth,
Earning what a body’s worth.
If his body and his essence remain apart,
Burn his body, but spare this, his heart

“Rabo Karabekian: I'm in the middle of a sentence.Circe Berman: Who isn't?.”

“Someday son all this will be yours. Father and son atop a garbage dump.”

“I have had all I can stand of not taking myself seriously.”

“Human beings will be happier - not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or elim…”