I escaped the [Southern-writer] label because I didn't and don't write about the South.

Sometimes paranoia's just having all the facts.

I'm against Capitol Punishment in all forms, and I have written many pamphlets on this subject in the manner of Swift's Modest Proposal pamphlet incorporated into Naked Lunch; these pamphlets have marked Naked Lunch as an obscene book.

Some people like neat suburbs. I always am attracted to the rundown and the old and the offbeat.

I've listened to and know Allen Ginsberg music and met him a couple of times, but I don't have any strong statements to make.

All political movements are basically anti-creative - since a political movement is a form of war. "There's no place for impractical dreamers around here," that's what they always say. "Your writing activities will be directed, kindly stop horsing around." "As for the smoking of marijuana, it is the exploitation for the workers." Both favor alcohol and are against pot.

There are no innocent bystanders ... what are they doing there in the first place?