I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

There are no laws, there are no rules, just grab your friend and love him.

Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.

The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom... Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

This is the strangest life I've ever known.