The simplest questions are the most difficult.

I like the idea of generalizing the narcotic thing by making it black meat addiction.

Smash the control images. Smash the control machine.

O death where is thy sting? The man is never on time.

As soon as you have a problem, it's insoluble. These things should never have been allowed to happen.

NOTHING happens by coincidence.

As a young child I wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. They lounged around Singapore and Rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. They sniffed cocaine in Mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of Tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle.