Tricker the Squirrel is the best piece I ever wrote. It's intricate.

I sometimes have these spells of compulsive truth. But as Lady Macbeth would say, "The fit is momentary."

The Grateful Dead are our religion. This is a religion that doesn't pay homage to the God that all the other religions pay homage to.

The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.

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

Always stay in your own movie.

- he's finished with that; it's like an old clock that won't tell time but won't stop neither, with the hands bent out of shape and the face bare of numbers and the alarm bell rusted silent, an old worthless clock that just keeps ticking and cuckooing without meaning nothing.