You don't plow under the corn because the seed was planted with a neighbor's shovel.

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

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

When you're around the whole Dead scene, they're there as a tribal thing; they're there as part of a rendezvous and a pow-wow.

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.

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

He's got hands so long and white and dainty I think they carved each other out of soap, and sometimes they get loose and glide around in front of him free as two white birds until he notices them and traps them between his knees; it bothers him that he's got pretty hands.