Love? What is it? Most natural painkiller what there is.

The consciousness-expanding drugs - the hallucinogens, such as cannabis, mescaline, LSD, Psylocybin - I think are useful to a writer up to a certain point. That is, they open psychic areas that would not otherwise be available to the writer. But I feel that once these areas have been opened and the writer has reached them, he is able to get back there in the future without the drug.

I see painting as an evocative magic, and there must always be a random factor in magic, one which must be constantly changed and renewed.

America is not so much a nightmare as a non-dream. The American non-dream is precisely a move to wipe the dream out of existence. The dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set up by the non-dreamers.

It is indeed difficult to make a living as a writer, and my advice to anyone contemplating a literary career is to have some other trade.

There is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. It is a duty to take this risk, to love and feel without defense or reserve.

Strip your psyche to the bare bones of spontaneous process, and you give yourself one chance in a thousand to make the Pass.