Our national drug is alcohol. We tend to regard the use of any other drug with special horror.

You see, control can never be a means to any practical end...It can never be a means to anything but more control...like junk.

When you stop growing you start dying.

[Death is] a gimmick. It's the time-birth-death gimmick. Can't go on much longer, too many people are wising up.

I knew [Timothy] Leary, but barely knew, didn't really know Jan [Kerouac].

In this world, [of Flash and Filigree] nothing is true, and censure or outrage is simply irrelevant.

His whole being radiates a pure, wild sweetness, flitting through night woods with little melodious cries, on some cryptic errand. There is also an aura of doom and sadness about this trusting little creature. He has been abandoned many times over the centuries, left to die in cold city alleys, in hot noon vacant lots, pottery shards, nettles, crumbled mud walls. Many times he has cried for help in vain.