Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

It's like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don't know where your going to end up the next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. It's like the throw of the dice.

I'm kind of hooked to the game of art and literature; my heroes are artists and writers.

I wonder why people like to believe I'm high all the time. I guess . . . maybe they think someone else can take their trip for them.

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.

The gate is straight, Deep and wide, Break on through to the other side...

Drugs are a bet with your mind.