as soon as you know you are in prison, you have a possibility to escape.

I've listened to and know Allen Ginsberg music and met him a couple of times, but I don't have any strong statements to make.

Now what sort of man or woman or monster would stroke a centipede I have ever seen? And here is my good big centipede! If such a man exists, I say kill him without more ado. He is a traitor to the human race.

I prefer cats to people, for the most part. Most people aren't cute at all, and if they are cute they very rapidly outgrow it.

If all pleasure is relief from tension, junk affords relief from the whole life process, in disconnecting the hypothalamus, which is the center of psychic energy and libido.

Death needs time for what it kills to grow in.

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'I want to see the manager.'