You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself

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

Loved. You can't use it in the past tense. Death does not stop that love at all.

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

The fundamentalists have taken the fun out of the mental.

High high in the hills , high in a pine tree bed. She's tracing the wind with that old hand, counting the clouds with that old chant, Three geese in a flock one flew east one flew west one flew over the cuckoo's nest

To Vik Lovell who told me dragons did not exist, then led me to their lairs.