There's a boy across the river with an ass like a peach; alas I was no swimmer and lost my Clementine.

Death needs time for what it kills to grow in.

According to the legend an evil old doctor, who called himself God and us dogs, created the first boy in his adolescent image. The boy peopled the garden with male phantoms that rose from his ejaculations. This angered God, who was getting on in years. He decided it endangered his position as CREATOR. So he crept upon the boy and anaesthetized him and made Eve from his rib. Henceforth all creation of beings would process through female channels. But some of Adam's phantoms refused to let God near them under any pretext.

Most all methods of capitol punishment are designed to inflict the maximum of humiliation - not attempts to prevent suicide.

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.

Some people like neat suburbs. I always am attracted to the rundown and the old and the offbeat.

Anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means.