Life's single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.

All variables are independent.

You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out.

Like so many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts--census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping nuclei, all overlaid with access roads to its own freeway.

The general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.

Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.

Information. What's wrong with dope and women? Is it any wonder the world's gone insane, with information come to be the only real medium of exchange?