[Jack] Kerouac was writing fiction. What he did when he wrote about me...he made me out with Russian Countesses and Swiss accounts and other things I didn't have or didn't happen and so on.

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

The Planet drifts to random insect doom.

Like pregnant women lose their teeth feeding the stranger, junkies lose their yellow fangs feeding the monkey.

Political conflicts are merely surface manifestations. If conflicts arise you may be sure that certain powers intend to keep this conflict under operation since they hope to profit from the situation.

All political organizations tend to function like a machine, to eliminate the unpredictable factor of affect - emotion.

I'm an old-fashioned person, and I don't like informers.