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

I've enjoyed being a famous writer-except that every once in a while you have to write something.

Then the trembling starts to get worse. This must be how they begin, he thinks. Freak-outs. Breakdowns. Crack-ups. Eventually shut-ins and finally cross-offs. But first the cover-up . . .

The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.

Leary can get a part of my mind that's kind of rusted shut grinding again, just by being around him and talking.

That ain't me, that ain't my face. It wasn't even me when I was trying to be that face. I wasn't even really me them; I was just being the way I looked, the way people wanted.

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