What actually happened was that Rolling Stone paid me fifteen hundred dollars for the use of all the drawings - about twenty four of them - and then offered to buy the originals from me, which my agent urged 'was a good move!'. He sold the whole damn treasure trove to Jann Wenner for the princely sum of sixty dollars per drawing. I rue the day I let him convince me.

You see that's what I think is such a terrible, terrible betrayal, the trust that people have in government.

Americans live with the certain knowledge that the source of their greatness has not yet been released.

Beware of privilege. It stinks of rotten fish heads, many of which were lapping the shore beneath the jetties.

Man's idea of God, and a God's collusion, is an essential part of the equation to wage war.

It makes me so desperately sad to witness just how unforgivably wretched our world has become.

I see if I can make human beings look like reptiles.