With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he’ll never know.

I think George Washington owned guns. I've never seen any contradiction with that.

Wake up and ponder the future

Reality itself is too twisted.

The room was very quiet. I walked over to the TV set and turned it on to a dead channel-white noise at maximum decibels, a fine sound for sleeping, a powerful continuous hiss to drown out everything strange.

A man has to BE something; he has to matter.

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