To Vik Lovell who told me dragons did not exist, then led me to their lairs.

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

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?

Don't say it...I've seen too many loves sundered by too much needless honesty.

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

Plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom.

turns me on so loud it's like no sound, everybody yelling at me hands over their ears from behind a glass wall, faces working around in talk circles but no sound from the mouths. my sound soaks up all other sound.