I keep my mouth shut now. I've turned into a professional coward.

Timothy Leary and I kept the same hours. He believed, as I do, that “After midnight, all things are possible.

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

There's also a down side.

There was an awful suspicion in my mind that I'd finally gone over the hump, and the worst thing about it was that I didn't feel tragic at all, but only weary, and sort of comfortably detached.

I think I'm going to have to get a flying license very soon, and maybe one of those Lear jets. It beats motorcycles all to hell.

I am a road man for the lords of karma.