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

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.

Whats a gonzotic frenzy? Well its me in the throes of an ink splattering attempt to capture the feeling I have at that particular time.

There's no such thing as a mistake, really. It's just an opportunity to do something else.

There is no truly global justice.

Isolationism is over.

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