The Sixties were an era of extreme reality. I miss the smell of tear gas. I miss the fear of getting beaten.

And the whole Bush family, from Texas, should be boiled in poisoned oil.

Good mescaline comes on slow. The first hour is all waiting, then about halfway through the second hour you start cursing the creep who burned you, because nothing is happening...and then ZANG!

I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

You can’t play city rules when you live in a jungle.

Nixon was a professional politician, and I despised everything he stood for -- but if he were running for president this year against the evil Bush-Cheney gang, I would happily vote for him.

But I am in the gambling business, for good or ill; it is the business I have chosen, and the only governing rule that we all recognize is: always sit close to an exit and never trust a man who doesn't sweat.