If, after spending time with a person, you feel as though you've lost a quart of plasma, avoid that person in the future.

We should exterminate all rational thought.

Strip your psyche to the bare bones of spontaneous process, and you give yourself one chance in a thousand to make the Pass.

I wasn't exposed to art as I was growing up, and can't recall the first time I saw a work of art. However, I remember very clearly a vision I had of a little green reindeer when I was a child, and visions emanate from the same mythical area where painting resides. Whatever the reason, I immediately felt comfortable working with visual materials.

A junky runs on junk time. When the junk is cut off, the clock runs down and stops. All he can do is hang on and wait for non-junky time to start. A sick junky has no escape from external time, no place to go. He can only wait.

Revolution in America begins in books and music, then waits for political operatives to 'implement changes after the fact.'

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'I want to see the manager.'