The edge…there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
Freedom is something that dies unless it’s used.
I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.
There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment.
Buy the ticket, take the ride.
The TV business is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some kind of cruel and shallow money trench through the heart of the journalism industry, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs, for no good reason.
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
The only ones left with any confidence in the health of the system are those who have benefited from it directly.
The American dream has run out of gas. The car has stopped. It no longer supplies the world with its images, its dreams, its fantasies.
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‘Wow! What a ride!’
Weird behavior is natural in smart children like curiosity is to a kitten.
I understand that fear is my friend, but not always. Never turn your back on fear. It should always be in front of you, like a thing that might have to be killed.
You better take care of me, Lord. If you don’t, you’re gonna have me on your hands.
Politics is the art of controlling your environment.
No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride…and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well…maybe chalk it up to forced consciousness expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.
There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
I was not proud of what I had learned, but I never doubted that it was worth knowing.
Anything worth doing, is worth doing right.
I would feel real trapped in this life if I didn’t know I could commit suicide at any time.
How many more of these goddamn elections are we going to have to write off as lame but ‘regrettably necessary’ holding actions? And how many more of these stinking double-downer sideshows will we have to go through before we can get ourselves straight enough to put together some kind of national election that will give me something to vote for?
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.
The world is still a weird place, despite my efforts to make clear and perfect sense of it.
It never got weird enough for me.
Journalism is not a profession or a trade. It is a cheap catch-all for fuckoffs and misfits—a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage.
I was not proud of what I had learned, but I never doubted that it was worth knowing.
The TV business is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some kind of cruel and shallow money trench through the heart of the journalism industry.
Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.
Too weird to live, too rare to die!
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.
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
The edge… there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
As your attorney, it is my duty to inform you that it is not important that you understand what I’m doing or why you’re paying me so much money. What’s important is that you continue to do so.
I like to think of my behavior in the sixties as a ‘learning experience.’ Then again, I like to think of anything stupid I’ve done as a ‘learning experience.’ It makes me feel less stupid.
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others- the living- are those who pushed their luck as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later.
I feel the same way about disco as I do about herpes.
In a closed society where everybody’s guilty, the only crime is getting caught.
A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.
There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment.
Let’s get down to brass tacks: how much for the ape?
I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk as hell and sing the songs that gave me the most pain.
Freedom is something that dies unless it’s used.
The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There’s also a negative side.
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