right' i said. 'but first, we need the car. and after that, the cocaine. and then the tape recorder, for special music, and some acapulco shirts.

Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.

They're gonna make it look like suicide. I know how those bastards think.

But after a while you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing.

I think you either have to have a very strong decisive person at the top or else a really brilliant staff command.

A sense of humor is the main measure of sanity.

I was not proud of what I had learned but I never doubted that it was worth knowing.