But the more I read... after awhile... I begin to find they were all writing about the same thing, this same dull old here-today-gone-tomorrow scene... Shakespeare, Milton, Matthew Arnold, even Baudelaire, even this cat whoever he was that wrote Beowulf... the same scene for the same reasons and to the same end, whether it was Dante with his pit or Baudelaire with his pot... the same dull old scene...

The '60s aren't over; they won't be over until the Fat Lady gets high.

I been away a long time.

Nowhere else in history has there ever been a flag that stands for the right to burn itself. This is the fractal of our flag. It stands for the right to destroy itself.

The best of all possible cages.' Ben stepped back to regard the job with a sad smile. 'What more can one ask?

But he won’t let the pain blot out the humor no more’n he’ll let the humor blot out the pain.

If grass were legalized, it would help our drug problem enormously.