Richard Nixon looks like a flaming liberal today, compared to a golem like George Bush. Indeed. Where is Richard Nixon now that we finally need him?

I would feel real trapped in this life if I didn't know I could commit suicide at any time.

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

The Raiders of old were vicious and crazy and cruel. Hanging around their locker room was like hanging around the weight room at Folsom Prison.

I just usually go with my own taste. If I like something, and it happens to be against the law, well, then I might have a problem.

I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I felt that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actor, kidding ourselves on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between those two poles - a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other - that kept me going.

The association of motorcycles with LSD is no accident of publicity. They are both a means to an end, to the place of definitions.