It was wonderful, a stunning happy ending to what began as another tragic rock & roll story, as if Bob Dylan had been arrested in Miami for jacking off in a seedy little XXX theater while stroking the spine of a fat young boy.

I felt a strange tightness coming over me, and I reacted instinctively – for the first time in a long, long while – by slipping my notebook into my belt and reaching down to take off my watch. The first thing to go in a street fight is your watch, and once you’ve lost a few, you develop a certain instinct that lets you know when it’s time to get the thing off your wrist and into a safe pocket.

The real power in America is held by a fast-emerging new Oligarchy of pimps and preachers who see no need for Democracy or fairness or even trees, except maybe the ones in their own yards, and they don't mind admitting it.

It's much more fun to run a political campaign than it is to be the candidate.

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

They don't hardly make 'em like him any more - but just to be on the safe side, he should be castrated anyway.

There is nothing worse than a man in the throws of an ether bender.