An addict never stops growing. Stupider.

The junk merchant doesn't sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to his product. He does not improve and simplify his merchandise. He degrades and simplifies the client.

Now what sort of man or woman or monster would stroke a centipede I have ever seen? And here is my good big centipede! If such a man exists, I say kill him without more ado. He is a traitor to the human race.

Bizarre and engrossingly disturbing, Naked Lunch, finds truth in madness.

We are setting out to create new worlds, new beings, new modes of consciousness.

Death was in every sell of his body. He gave off a faint, greenish steam of decay. Lee imagined he would glow in the dark.

If everyone is to be made responsible for everything they do, you must extend responsibility beyond the level of conscious intention.