It is bad to suppress laughter. It goes back down to your hips. Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing.

I was raised a Christian and was a stone-faced acid head.

You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself

We think we’re in the present, but we aren't. The present we know is only a movie of the past.

Like a cartoon world, where the figures are flat and outlined in black, jerking through some kind of goofy story that might be real funny if it weren't for the cartoon figures being real guys.

I've never seen crack or a lot of these new drugs. Don't know anything about them. I don't know what they do for you, or whether they do anything good for you or not. But I do still have a lot of faith in the spiritual purity of LSD and pot.

But if they don't exist, how can a man see them?