I was 22 when JFK was murdered, and I will never recover from it... Never.

In a world as weird and cruel as this one we have made for ourselves, I figure anybody who can find peace and personal happiness without ripping off somebody else deserves to be left alone.

The greatest mania of all is passion: and I am a natural slave to passion: the balance between my brain and my soul and my body is as wild and delicate as the skin of a Ming vase.

Life is beautiful and living is pain.

Turn the goddam music up! My heart feels like an alligator!

Sex, drugs, and insanity have always worked for me, but I wouldn't recommend them for everyone.

To give advice to a man who asks what to do with his life implies something very close to egomania. To presume to point a man to the right and ultimate goal - to point with a trembling finger in the RIGHT direction is something only a fool would take upon himself.