If a weaker baboon be attacked by a stronger baboon the weaker baboon will either (a) present his hrump fanny I believe is the word, gentlemen, heh heh for passive intercourse or (b) if he is a different type baboon more extrovert and well-adjusted, lead an attack on an even weaker baboon if he can find one.

I don't care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it.

Time: a landing field! Death needs time like a junkie needs junk.

Your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative.

The way to kill a man or a nation is to cut off his dreams, the way the whites are taking care of the Indians: killing their dreams, their magic, their familiar spirits.

Americans have a special horror of giving up control, of letting things happen in their own way without interference.

Panic is the sudden realization that everything around you is alive.