“A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what’s going on.”

There couldn’t be a society of people who didn’t dream. They’d be dead in two weeks.

There are no innocent bystanders.

I’m definitely antiscientist because I feel that science represents a conspiracy to impose as the real and only universe, the universe of scientists themselves – they’re reality-addicts, they’ve got to have things so real so they can get their hands on it.

What does the money machine eat? It eats youth, spontaneity, life, beauty, and, above all, it eats creativity. It eats quality and sh*ts quantity.

Once the law starts asking questions, there’s no stopping them.

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

Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing.

In the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen.

I began to get a feeling familiar to me from my bartending days of being the only sane man in a nuthouse. It doesn’t make you feel superior but depressed and scared, because there is nobody you can contact.

Life is a vacation from two eternities, who wants to waste those precious years worrying about what happens when you get back to forever?

Every word is autobiographical, and every word is fiction.

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

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.

Sometimes paranoia’s just having all the facts.

(1) Never give anything away for nothing. (2) Never give more than you have to give (always catch the buyer hungry and always make him wait). (3) Always take everything back if you possibly can.

Language is a virus from outer space.

Understanding requires not just a moment of perception, but a continuous awareness, a continuous state of inquiry without conclusion

The galling harness of civilization drops off, and wounds heal ere we are aware.

We do not have to romanticize our past in order to be aware of how it seeds our present.

Those who are unaware they are walking in darkness will never seek the light.

Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging.

You must be aware that the reward for labour, and quantity of labour, are quite disparate things.

On the one hand maybe I’ve remained infantile, while on the other I matured quickly, because at a young age I was very aware of suffering and fear.

Be self aware, rather than a repetitious robot.