She use to knock me out until her face broke out.

I never set out to be weird. It was always other people who called me weird.

King of kings, that must be Elvis.

You know, people are basically shitty. It's when they prove it over and over again that it gets obnoxious.

I think it's really tragic when people get serious about stuff. It's such an absurdity to take anything really seriously ... I make an honest attempt not to take anything seriously: I worked that attitude out about the time I was eighteen, I mean, what does it all mean when you get right down to it, what's the story here? Being alive is so weird.

lf you’re going to deal with reality, you’re going to have to make one big discovery: Reality is something that belongs to you as an individual. If you wanna grow up, which most people don’t, the thing to do is take responsibility for your own reality and deal with it on your own terms. Don’t expect that because you pay some money to somebody else or take a pledge or join a club or run down the street or wear a special bunch of clothes or play a certain sport or even drink Perrier water, it’s going to take care of everything for you.

Elvis has left the building to climb up that heavenly stair. So what if he looks like a wart-hog in heat?