For seven days she lay in bed looking sullenly at the ceiling as though resenting the death she had cultivated for so many years. Like some people who cannot vomit despite horrible nausea, she lay there unable to die, resisting death as she had resisted life, frozen with resentment of process and change.

Like all pure creatures, cats are practical.

Madness is confusion of levels of fact. . . . Madness is not seeing visions but confusing levels.

If after having been exposed to someone's presence you feel as if you've lost a quart of plasma, avoid that presence. You need it like you need pernicious anemia.

The exact objectives of Islam Inc. are obscure. Needless to say everyone involved has a different angle, and they all intend to cross each other up somewhere along the line.

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.

Paranoia is just having the right information.