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

When you love someone it is forever, or it was never really love at all.

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

It's time to move on to the next step in the psychedelic revolution. We've reached a certain point, but we're not moving any more.

The fundamentalists have taken the fun out of the mental.

We'd just shared the last beer and slung the empty can out the window at a stop sign and were just waiting back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing -- half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could.

No one's ever dared come out and say it before, but there's not a man among us that doesn't think it, that doesn't feel just as you do about her and the whole business - feel it somewhere down deep in his scared little soul.