āYou took too much man, too much, too much.ā
āAny combination of a 250-pound Mexican and LSD-25 is a potentially terminal menace for anything it can reachā
āJournalism is "a low trade and a habit worse than heroin, a strange seedy world of misfits and drunkards and failures.ā
āThere 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.ā
āI couldn't imagine, and I don't say this with any pride, but I really couldn't imagine writing without a desperate deadline.ā
āNixon was so crooked that he needed servants to help him screw his pants on every morning.ā
āTobacco and opium have broad backs, and will cheerfully carry the load of armies, if you choose to make them pay high for such joy as they give and such harm as they do.ā
āGod damn! Drug dealers dealin' to the kiddies,Livin' in the city ain't no pity on the itty-bitty.We try to cry, but still they all die,I try to speak to the youth, and the truth is: they all high.ā
āGettin high, livin' everday, like i'm gonna die.ā