[Richard M. Nixon was] a foul caricature of himself, a man with no soul, no inner convictions, with the integrity of a hyena and the style of a poison toad.

A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.

We have become a Nazi monster in the eyes of the whole world — a nation of bullies and bastards who would rather kill than live peacefully. We are not just Whores for power and oil, but killer whores with hate and fear in our hearts.

I will fight for your right to be weird- just as I know you will fight for mine.

Any combination of a 250-pound Mexican and LSD-25 is a potentially terminal menace for anything it can reach

This is the fast lane, folks...and some of us like it here.

Graffiti is beautiful; like a brick in the face of a cop.