Ocean, Ocean I'll beat you in the end.

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

No, my friend. We are lunatics from the hospital up the highway, psycho-ceramics, the cracked pots of mankind. Would you like me to decipher a Rorschach for you?

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.

If you don't watch it people will force you one way or the other, into doing what they think you should do, or into just being mule-stubborn and doing the opposite out of spite.

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

I've been to too many Dead concerts. There've been smokin' holes where my memory used to be.