“Society is cancerous and bureaucracy is its cancer.”

I am not a person and I am not an animal. There is something I am here for something I must do before I can go.

The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself.

If all pleasure is relief from tension, junk affords relief from the whole life process, in disconnecting the hypothalamus, which is the center of psychic energy and libido.

The nonconformist here may be “beat down” by life but still has a beauty in his or her longing for freedom and for an awakening of the mind.

The first and most important thing an individual can do is to become an individual again, decontrol himself, train himself as to what is going on and win back as much independent ground for himself as possible

The face of evil is always the face of total need.

Whether you like it or not, you are committed to the human endeavor. I cannot ally myself with such a purely negative goal as avoidance of suffering. Suffering is a chance you take by the fact of being alive.

How I hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity.

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

The simplest questions are the most difficult.

I think anybody incapable of changing his mind is crazy.

After a shooting spree, they always want to take the guns away from the people who didn’t do it.

I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it.

Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole.

I’m creating an imaginary — it’s always imaginary — world in which I would like to live.

What a horrible loutish planet this is. the dominant species consists of sadistic morons, faces bearing the hideous lineaments of spiritual famine swollen with stupid hate. Hopeless rubbish.

I go to cancer wards, and I tell them guys, ‘I’ve beaten it. You can, too.’

I believed in God when cancer come to me. Now when I speak, I speak with authority because I’ve been there.

Visiting the hospital, visiting the kids with cancer, visiting the adults, and stuff like that. That’s what I do.

My gold, my money couldn’t stop cancer from appearing on my body. If they can’t save me, then I don’t need them.

Mr. T. been to chemo, Mr. T been to radiation, hair fall out… but he’s back. Now I can give hope when I go to the hospital, see the sick kids with cancer, tell them, don’t quit.

Southern California is a nice place, if you could cut out the show-business cancer. It just keeps spreading.

Syntactic sugar causes cancer of the semicolon.

Cancer, like any other illness, is a bore.