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

There may be flies on you and me, but there are no flies on Jesus.

You can't hoard fun. It has no shelf life.

Never mind the track. The track is for punks. We are Road People. We are Cafe Racers.

No one HAS to do something he doesn’t want to do for the rest of his life. But then again, if that’s what you wind up doing, by all means convince yourself that you HAD to do it. You’ll have lots of company.

There is not much mental distance between a feeling of having been screwed and the ethic of total retaliation, or at least the kind of random revenge that comes with outraging the public decency.

An outlaw can be defined as somebody who lives outside the law, beyond the law and not necessarily against it.