This world belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak. We must face up to this. No more than right that it should be this way. We must learn to accept it as a law of the natural world. The rabbits accept their role in the ritual and recognize the wolf as the strong. In defense, the rabbit becomes sly and frightened and elusive and he digs holes and hides when the wolf is about. And he endures, he goes on. He knows his place. He most certainly doesn't challenge the wolf to combat. Now, would that be wise? Would it?

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

It is bad to suppress laughter. It goes back down to your hips. Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing.

I been away a long time.

I believe that a man should be... as big as he feels it in him to be!

Your trouble is, you keep trying to unscrew the unscrutable.

Allen Ginsberg is a tremendous warrior as time goes by. He's a warrior first and a poet second.