Some turn to Jesus and some turn to heroin.

Nobody understood The Reoccurring Dream, but after September 11, when we were coerced to do a national duty and go out and shop, surely people could begin to see what I was getting at.

I wish I had a river I could skate away on?

Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs.

Land of snap decisions, land of short attention spans, nothing is savored long enough to really understand.

America is in a runaway-train position and dragging all the world with it. It's grotesquely mentally ill.

When I came to California, it was the mecca of the world. Every young person on the planet wanted to be here.