The trouble with super heroes is what to do between phone booths.

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.

You seem to forget, Miss Flinn, that this is an institution for the insane.

What do you think you are, for Chrissake, crazy or somethin'? Well you're not! You're not! You're no crazier than the average asshole out walkin' around on the streets and that's it.

You don't lead by pointing and telling people some place to go. You lead by going to that place and making a case.

For there is always a sanctuary more, a door that can never be forced, a last inviolable stronghold that can never be taken, whatever the attack; your vote can be taken, you name, you innards, or even your life, but that last stonghold can only be surrendered. And to surrender it for any reason other than love is to surrender love.

Anesthetized time; nothing moves and everything is at once.