“Avoid being seized by the police. The cops are not your friends. Don’t tell them anything.”

I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone’s imagination.

I will fight for your right to be weird- just as I know you will fight for mine.

I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.

Never turn your back on fear. It should always be in front of you, like a thing that might have to be killed.

Liberalism itself has failed, and for a pretty good reason. It has been too often compromised by the people who represented it.

Those who fail to learn from the brutal stompings visited on them in the past are doomed to be brutally stomped in the future.

Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.

Beware of looking for goals: look for a way of life.

In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.

Freedom, Truth, Honour, you could rattle off a hundred such words and behind every one of them would gather a thousand punks, pompous little farts, waving the banner with one hand and reaching under the table with the other.

Words are such a poor medium when you really want someone to feel something.

My greatest talent is in my ability to choose good friends. It’s about as important as things get.

The pleasure is in the path, the search for something good.

There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment.

In a world as weird and cruel as this one we have made for ourselves, I figure anybody who can find peace and personal happiness without ripping off somebody else deserves to be left alone.

All political power comes from the barrel of either guns, pussy, or opium pipes, and people seem to like it that way.