The Haight is just a place; the '60s was a spirit.

Man is certain of nothing but his ability to fail. It is the deepest faith we have, and the unbeliever- the blasphemer, the dissenter- will stimulate in us the most righteous of furies.

Leary can get a part of my mind that's kind of rusted shut grinding again, just by being around him and talking.

They did type me as a horror writer, but I have been able to do all sorts of things within that framework.

If this glorious birth to death hassle is the only hassle we are ever to have ..if our grand exhilarating fight of life is such a tragically short little scrap anyway,compared to the eons of rounds before and after-then why should one want to relinquish even a few precious seconds of it?

I've found psychedelics to be keys to worlds that have always existed, that have to be talked about.

I been away a long time.