The flock gets sight of a spot of blood on some chicken and they all go to peckin' at it, see, till they rip the chicken to shreds, blood and bones and feathers. But usually a couple of the flock gets spotted in the fracas, then it's their turn. And a few more gets spots and gets pecked to death, and more and more. Oh, a peckin' party can wipe out the whole flock in a matter of a few hours, buddy, I seen it. A mighty awesome sight. The only way to prevent it—with chickens—is to clip blinders on them. So's they can't see.

He's the sort of guy that gets a laugh out of people.

I've never seen crack or a lot of these new drugs. Don't know anything about them. I don't know what they do for you, or whether they do anything good for you or not. But I do still have a lot of faith in the spiritual purity of LSD and pot.

People don't want other people to get high, because if you get high, you might see the falsity of the fabric of the society we live in.

To hell with facts! We need stories.

The secret of being a top-notch con man is being able to know what the mark wants, and how to make him think he's getting it.

Listen, wait, and be patient. Every shaman knows you have to deal with the fire that's in your audience's eye.