A crazy person doesn't really lose his mind. It just becomes something more entertaining.

Besides the drugs and counterculture, I started talking about myself, which is the first thing you do when you are a writer.

Even in a fake democracy, people ought to get what they want once in a while.

There are a lot of little things about our bodies that we all know, but we never talk about. That's what interests me. These are practically universal experiences; nobody mentions them! Some of them are disgusting. Some of them are appallingly revolting and degrading even to the most degenerate mind. So let's get started with a couple of them.

I often wonder how different the world would be if Hitler had not been turned down when he applied to art school.

One time. In 1965. August, for about an hour, I was both fine AND dandy at the same time. But nobody asked me how I was.

As powerful as anyone may claim God to be, somehow he always needs money.