Avoid being seized by the police. The cops are not your friends. Don't tell them anything.

Jesus! Did I SAY that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me? I glanced over at my attorney, but he seemed oblivious.

Jesus man! You don't look for acid! Acid finds you when it thinks you're ready.

I never claimed to be anything more than a nice guy and an athlete.

It was one of those fine little love stories that can make you smile in your sleep at night.

This is the way life goes in Big Sur. Waiting for the mail, watching the sea-lions in the surf or the freighters on the horizon, sitting in the tubs at Hot Springs, once in a while a bit of drink - and, most of the time, working at what ever it is that you came here to work on, whether it be painting, writing, gardening or the simple art of living your own life.

You can't miss what you never had.