Kick is seeing things from a special angle. Kick is momentary freedom from the claims of the aging, cautious, nagging, fightened flesh.

The beautiful disease and The government falls along the weed rooms flesh along the weed government.

No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

There's no place for impractical dreamers around here.

Bizarre and engrossingly disturbing, Naked Lunch, finds truth in madness.

I feel that the change, the mutation in consciousness, will occur spontaneously once certain pressures now in operation are removed. I feel that the principal instrument of monopoly and control that prevents expansion of consciousness is the word lines controlling thought, feeling and apparent sensory impressions of the human host.

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.