...being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live together in the same brain.

And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.

I often find myself in situations where it seems to me like everyone else has read the instruction book

Saturday morning was their unrestricted television time, and they usually took advantage of it to watch a series of cartoon shows that would certainly have been impossible before the discovery of LSD.

Life teaches us that human thought almost never walks hand in hand with logic, and it is usually counterproductive to raise the point.

But as I have noticed on more than one occaision, life itself is unfair, and there is no complaint department, so we might as well accept things the way they happen, clean up the mess, and move on.

A man who discovers his pants are on fire tends to have very little time to worry about somebody else's box of matches