A sound of cornered-animal fear and hate and surrender and defiance . . . like the last sound the treed and shot and falling animal makes as the dogs get him, when he finally doesn't care about anything but himself and his dying.

You can't really be strong until you see a funny side to things.

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

The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery.

I listened to them fade away till all I could hear was my memory of the sound.

I been silent so long now it’s gonna roar out of me like floodwaters and you think the guy telling this is ranting and raving my God; you think this is too horrible to have really happened, this is too awful to be the truth! But, please. It’s still hard for me to have a clear mind thinking on it. But it’s the truth even if it didn’t happen.

The Grateful Dead are our religion. This is a religion that doesn't pay homage to the God that all the other religions pay homage to.