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

You're making sense, old man, a sense of your own. You're not crazy the way they think. Yes...I see.

Anesthetized time; nothing moves and everything is at once.

This world… belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.

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

Don't say it...I've seen too many loves sundered by too much needless honesty.

I've enjoyed being a famous writer-except that every once in a while you have to write something.