It's in my interest, in ours perhaps, or maybe the interests of the greater good, for me to smoke a joint, and calm down.

It is not necessary to accept the choices handed down to you by life as you know it.

The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station.

I need beaches, and blackness, and moonlit nakedness.

With the possible exception of things like box scores, race results, and stock market tabulations, there is no such thing as Objective Journalism. The phrase itself is a pompous contradiction in terms.

Did you see Bush on TV, trying to debate? Jesus, he talked like a donkey with no brains at all...It was pitiful...I almost felt sorry for him, until I heard someone call him 'Mr. President,' and then I felt ashamed.

Familiarity seems to breed contempt