Sportswriters are a rude and brainless subculture of fascist drunks

We can't stop here, this is bat country!

right' i said. 'but first, we need the car. and after that, the cocaine. and then the tape recorder, for special music, and some acapulco shirts.

A cap of good acid costs $5, and for that you can hear the Universal Symphony, with God singing solo and the Holy Ghost on drums.

In a world as weird and cruel as this one we have made for ourselves, I figure anybody who can find peace and personal happiness without ripping off somebody else deserves to be left alone.

The brutal reality of politics would be probably intolerable without drugs.

I would feel real trapped in this life if I didn't know I could commit suicide at any time.