Margaret Meade is always running around saying that marijuana's just like bread and water! Well, bread and water are poison, and marijuana's a poison. Now, if you like poison, why shouldn't you have it? But don't try to pretend that it's innocuous.

I don't have any home. Everyone I grew up with, my family, are all dead. So I feel kind of like a ghost. I'm more interested in the past.

Feeling is taboo, especially in New York. I read in some little magazine the other day that The New Yorker and The New York Times were sclerotic, meaning, "completely turned to rock." The critics here are that way.

No one looks at a television, and no one hears it. It's a poison.

Most journalists are broken down alcoholics.

There are no manners left in America at all, because all you're doing is kicking the person next to you so that you can consume more, see more, and get more.

Almost everything official in America is a huge fraud.