There are many harsh lessons to be learned from the gambling experience, but the harshest one of all is the difference between having Fun and being Smart.

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive...." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas.

The pleasure is in the path, the search for something good.

It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat sh** and die.

Yesterday's weirdness is tomorrow's reason why.

It's in my interest, in ours perhaps, or maybe the interests of the greater good, for me to smoke a joint, and calm down.

Who said anything about slicing you up? ... I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead-- nothing serious.