Smash the control images. Smash the control machine.

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.

A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.

You can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal.

I had the feeling that some horrible image was just beyond the field of vision, moving, as I turned my head, so that I never quite saw it.

There isn't a feeling you can get on drugs that you can't get without drugs.

How long does it take man to realize that he cannot want what he wants? You have to live in hell to see heaven.