“The first duty of a revolutionist is to get away with it. The second duty is to eat breakfast. I ain’t going.”

Random political acts produce random political results. Why waste even a rock?

Smoking dope and hanging up Che’s picture is no more a commitment than drinking milk and collecting postage stamps.

Free speech means the right to shout ‘theatre’ in a crowded fire.

A revolution in consciousness is an empty high without a revolution in the distribution of power. We are not interested in the greening of Amerika except for the grass that will cover its grave.

The essence of successful revolution, be it for an individual, a community of individuals, or a nation, depends on accepting that challenge.

The ’60s are gone, dope will never be as cheap, sex never as free, and the rock and roll never as great.

I learned one thing; you never do anything for fame or money. You only do things ’cause they’re fun or good. If you can combine the two at the same time, you can make a contribution to the world and have a lot of happiness.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

Life-actors never rehearse and need no script. A life-actor uses whatever he has available, nothing more, nothing less.

Once you get the right image the details aren’t that important.

The first duty of a revolutionary is to get away with it. The second duty is to eat breakfast. I ain’t going.

I believe in compulsory cannibalism. If people were forced to eat what they killed, there would be no more wars.

When I appear in the Chicago courtroom, I want to be tried not because I support the NLF – which I do – but because I have long hair.

Every rock or molotov cocktail thrown should make a very obvious political point. Random violence produces random propaganda results. Why waste even a rock?

The idea that media is there to educate us, or to inform us, is ridiculous because that’s about tenth or eleventh on their list.

Peace is a very complicated concept. When the lion gobbles up the lamb and wipes his lips, then there’s peace. Well, I ain’t for that peace at all.

Get out from that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans. Well, roll my breakfast cause I’m a hungry man.

I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.

What is it with you today?” says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are still swollen from sleep and her tangled hair forms a fuzzy halo around her face.

If you want to eat well in England, eat three breakfasts.

I myself prefer my New Zealand eggs for breakfast.

If I had my choice I would kill every reporter in the world, but I am sure we would be getting reports from Hell before breakfast.

You may as well say, ‘That’s a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

Once a woman has forgiven her man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast.