I've enjoyed being a famous writer-except that every once in a while you have to write something.

What do you think you are, for Chrissake, crazy or somethin'? Well you're not! You're not! You're no crazier than the average asshole out walkin' around on the streets and that's it.

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

I'd rather be a lightning rod than a seismograph.

All I know is this: nobody's very big in the first place, and it looks to me like everybody spends their whole life tearing everybody else down.

Anesthetized time; nothing moves and everything is at once.

Since we don't know where we're going, we have to stick together in case someone gets there.