“I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.”

We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.

All games contain the idea of death.

There are images I need to complete my own reality.

We are content in the ‘given’ in sensation’s quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.

Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.

Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.

Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it’s usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move.

Each day is a drive through history.

Music inflames temperament.

There are no laws, there are no rules, just grab your friend and love him.

They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It’s their security How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don’t really want to be free?

No one here gets out alive.

Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings.

I think people resist freedom because they’re afraid of the unknown. But it’s ironic.

I like to let each thing happen – direct it a little consciously, maybe – but just kind of follow the vibrations I get in each particular circumstance.

Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.

It’s funny how the hippies and the punks tried to get rid of the conservatives, but they always seem to get the upper hand in the end.

To gain that which is worth having, it may be necessary to lose everything else

The appropriation of radical thinking by lazy, self-obsessed hippies is a public relations disaster that could cost the earth.

My parents were hippies.

We’ve painted ourselves into a corner where the only choice is real nightmare – triage, epidemic disease, famine, fascism, the collapse of human rights – or a leap to an entirely different level. We’ve taken business-as-usual off the menu. Now only the extreme possibilities loom.

The hippie era was a wonderful time because we still believed we could make the world a better place.

The bipartisan approach filtered up through my typewriter. I used to say, “Mad takes on both sides.”

We will not let terrorists change our way of life; we will not live in fear; and we will not undermine the civil liberties that characterize our Democracy.