If you're honest, you sooner or later have to confront your values. Then you're forced to separate what is right from what is merely legal. This puts you metaphysically on the run. America is full of metaphysical outlaws.
In the beginning was the thing. And one thing led to another.
Breathe properly. Stay curious. And eat your beets.
It's personal freedom, not hundred dollar bills that lights the soul's cigar.
When we accept small wonders, we qualify ourselves to imagine great wonders.
In Seattle, I soon found that my radical ideas and aesthetic explorations - ideas and explorations that in Richmond, Virginia, might have gotten me stoned to death with hush puppies - were not only accepted but occasionally applauded.