“With the truth so dull and depressing, the only working alternative is wild bursts of madness and filigree.”

These things happen. One day you run everything, and the next day you run like a dog.

Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.

Walk tall, kick ass, learn to speak Arabic, love music and never forget you come from a long line of truth seekers, lovers and warriors.

Some may never live, but the crazy never die.

There’s a terrible danger in voting for the lesser of two evils because the parties can set it up that way.

I knew a Buddhist once, and I’ve hated myself ever since.

It is not necessary to accept the choices handed down to you by life as you know it.

I need beaches, and blackness, and moonlit nakedness.

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.

Don’t judge your taco by its price.

A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.

It’s in my interest, in ours perhaps, or maybe the interests of the greater good, for me to smoke a joint, and calm down.

On some days you get what you want, and on others, you get what you need.

Yesterday’s weirdness is tomorrow’s reason why.

Beware of looking for goals: look for a way of life. Decide how you want to live and then see what you can do to make a living WITHIN that way of life.