“I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust.”

There isn’t a feeling you can get on drugs that you can’t get without drugs.

There is nothing more provocative than minding your own business.

People have nothing to say, but they are afraid of saying nothing, so what they do say comes out flat and vapid and meaningless. The shadow of death is on every face.

Smash the control images. Smash the control machine.

Life is a vacation from two eternities.

The best way to keep something bad from happening is to see it ahead of time, and you can’t see it if you refuse to face the possibility.

Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by observing it. And his hope for other people is that they will also make it exist by observing it. I call it ‘creative observation.’ Creative viewing.

Political conflicts are merely surface manifestations. If conflicts arise you may be sure that certain powers intend to keep this conflict under operation since they hope to profit from the situation.

By the flaws in the picture the truth will emerge.

We must all face the fact that our leaders are certifiably insane or worse.

Open your mind and let the pictures out

Love? What is it? Most natural painkiller what there is.

Most of the trouble in this world has been caused by folks who can’t mind their own business, because they have no business of their own to mind, any more than a smallpox virus has.

In the U.S., you have to be a deviant or die of boredom.

How long does it take man to realize that he cannot want what he wants? You have to live in hell to see heaven.

Be just and if you can’t be just, be arbitrary.

When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.

Amidst the mists and coldest frosts he thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.

To be in love with one of those images was worse than being in love with a ghost (perhaps we always want the person we love to have the existenceof a ghost).

To be on an island inhabited by artificial ghosts was the most unbearable of nightmares

O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.

Perhaps we always want the person we love, to have the existence of a ghost.

In my experience, ghosts are made up only of the living, people you know are out there but are forever out of range

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.