God: a gaseous vertebrate.
Most vices demand considerable self-sacrifices. There is no greater mistake than to suppose that a vicious life is a life of uninterrupted pleasure. It is a life almost as wearisome and painful -- if strenuously led -- as Christian's in The Pilgrim's Progress.
Parodies and caricatures are the most penetrating of criticisms.
Try LSD, 100mg intramuscular... I thought so.
I'm sick. I've eaten civilisation and I'm sick.
Well... ...That's what you always forget, isn't it? I mean, you forget to pay attention to what's happening. And that's the same as not being here and now.