The only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do.

[Political movements] both favor alcohol and are against pot.

To be an outlaw you must first have a base in law to reject and get out of, I never had such a base. I never had a place I could call home that meant any more than a key to a house, apartment or hotel room. ... Am I alien? Alien from what exactly? Perhaps my home is my dream city, more real than my waking life precisely because it has no relation to waking life.

Like Spain, I am bound to the past.

I don't have any politics. I feel that as soon as politics arises, things are already in a hopeless state of deterioration.

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

There are no innocent bystanders.