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

Plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom.

His whole body shakes with the strain as he tries to lift something he knows he can't lift, something everybody knows he can't lift. But, for just a second, when we hear the cement grind at our feet, we think, by golly, he might do it.

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.

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.

When Shakespeare was writing, he wasn't writing for stuff to lie on the page; it was supposed to get up and move around.

There've been a lot more people hurt on astro-turf than grass.