When all lies, deceit, pretense is stripped away, what remains? The truth of a painting, or a book or a man.

I am getting so far out one day I won't come back at all.

I am not a person and I am not an animal. There is something I am here for something I must do before I can go.

when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.

The idea that anyone can use drugs and escape a horrible fate is anathema to these idiots. I predict in the near future right-wingers will use drug hysteria as a pretext to set up an international police apparatus.

If the mortality rate seems high we must realize that Nature is a ruthless teacher. There are no second chances in Mother Nature's Survival Course.

The Planet drifts to random insect doom.