Animals outline their territories with their excretions, humans outline their territories by ink excretions on paper.

We live in our fantasies and endure our realities.

On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.

Anyone in the United States today who isn't paranoid must be crazy.

Bob Dylan seems to me a totally pernicious influence - the nasal whine of death and masochism. Certainly, this would be a more cheerful world if there were no Dylan records in it. But Dylan and his audience mirror each other, and deserve each other; as Marx said, a morbid society creates its own morbid grave-diggers.

When the rose and the cross are united the alchemical marriage is complete and the drama ends. Then we wake from history and enter eternity.

A disciple is an asshole looking for a human being to attach itself to.