We'd just shared the last beer and slung the empty can out the window at a stop sign and were just waiting back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing -- half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could.

You don't lead by pointing and telling people some place to go. You lead by going to that place and making a case.

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.

But he won’t let the pain blot out the humor no more’n he’ll let the humor blot out the pain.

Billy here has been talkin' about slicin' his wrists again, so is there seven of you guys who'd like to join him and make it therapeutic?

To be just without being mad (and the madder you get the madder you get), to be peaceful without being stupid, to be interested without being compulsive, to be happy without being hysterical... smoke grass.

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