LSD lets you in on something. When you're tripping, the idea of race disappears; the idea of sex disappears; you don't even know what species you are sometimes. And I don't know of anybody who hasn't come back from that being more humane, more thoughtful, more understanding.

To hell with facts! We need stories.

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

I been away a long time.

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

Anesthetized time; nothing moves and everything is at once.

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