Now all politicians assume a necessity of control, the more efficient the control the better.

Artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact.

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.

Hemingway said: 'It don't come anymore.' So where did it go?

Whether you like it or not, you are committed to the human endeavor. I cannot ally myself with such a purely negative goal as avoidance of suffering. Suffering is a chance you take by the fact of being alive.

I know this one pusher walks around humming a tune and everybody he passes takes it up. He is so grey and spectral and anonymous they don't see him and think it is their own mind humming the tune.

I read a lot of books for information, like doctor books, spy books. . . .