In a capitalistic society the losers slaved for the winners and you have to have more losers than winners.

Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that's why we get along.

A man needed somebody. There wasn't anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a man should be. It wasn't make-believe or cheating. The other way was make-believe and cheating: living your life without a man like him around.

one can never be sure whether it's good poetry or bad acid

But she projected vitality - you knew that she was there.

Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder, and Monday morning hangovers.

there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone.