“Never fire a warning shot. It is a waste of ammunition.”

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.

Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested.

In a closed society where everybody’s guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.

Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday.

I am surprised and embarrassed to be a part of the first American generation to leave the country in far worse shape than it was when we first came into it.

It was one of those fine little love stories that can make you smile in your sleep at night.

It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.

You won’t find reasonable men on the tops of tall mountains.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

Freedom is something that dies unless it’s used.

Graffiti is beautiful; like a brick in the face of a cop.

Buy the ticket, take the ride.

He had that rare weird electricity about him – that extremely wild and heavy presence that you only see in a person who has abandoned all hope of ever behaving normally.