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 know, we're really destroying ourselves because we're really making the motivating force of anything we do selfish.

Hunter and I never got proper journalistic accreditation to go anywhere. Nobody was giving us passes to go in here or there. We always had to somehow talk our way in.

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

Man has an innate capacity for violence, but can only justify it in the name of justice.

I've done the Rolling Stones eating each other.

Call immediately. Time is running out. We both need to do something monstrous before we die.