The whole LSD, STP, marijuana, heroin, hashish, prescription cough medicine crowd suffers from the "Watchtower" itch: you gotta be with us, man, or you're out, you're dead. This pitch is a continual and seeming MUST with those who use the stuff. It's no wonder they keep getting busted.

I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.

It’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep, do you?

And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.

I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.

The human race had always disgusted me. essentially, what made them disgusting was the family-relationship illness, which included marriage, exchange of power and aid, which neighborhood, your district, your city, your county, your state, your nation-everybody grabbing each other's assholes in the Honeycomb of survival out of a fear-animalistic stupidity.

Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in a gutter, run over by a car, and they'll spit on you.