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

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.

The mind of America is seized by a fatal dry rot – and it’s only a question of time before all that the mind controls will run amuck in a frenzy of stupid, impotent fear.

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.

If I am a cup maker, I’m interested in making the best cup I possibly can. My effort goes into that cup, not what people think about it.

If all the rich and all of the church people should send their children to the public schools they would feel bound to concentrate their money on improving these schools until they met the highest ideals.

You might be afraid of being alone now. But soon you will be afraid of having the wrong people as company.

If we lack confidence, we may dislike people who are bold and courageous because they remind us of our shortcomings. 

History is just new people making old mistakes.

People who read are people who dream.

Constitutional morality is not a natural sentiment. It has to be cultivated. We must realise that our people have yet to learn it.

If you don’t treat yourself with respect, other people won’t do either.