It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat sh** and die.
Just sick enough to be totally confident
The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station.
All energy flows according to the whims of the great Magnet. What a fool I was to defy him.
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.
My blood is too thick for California: I have never been able to properly explain myself in this climate.
Still humping the American Dream
Never create anything, it will be misinterpreted, it will chain you and follow you for the rest of your life.
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.
I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right.