We can’t stop here, this is bat country!

Freedom is something that dies unless it’s used.

Good people drink good beer.

We cannot expect people to have respect for law and order until we teach respect to those we have entrusted to enforce those laws.

Buy the ticket, take the ride.

This place is getting to me. I think I’m getting the Fear.

I tell you, my man, this is the American Dream in action! We’d be fools not to ride this strange torpedo all the way out to the end.

You can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug—especially when it’s waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eyes.

There was madness in any direction, at any hour.

It never got weird enough for me.

Some may never live, but the crazy never die.

Too weird to live, too rare to die!

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.

Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.

Old elephants limp off to the hills to die; old Americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars.

In a scene where nobody with any ambition is really what he appears to be, there’s not much risk in acting like a king-hell freak.

In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.

No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.

If you’re going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you’re going to be locked up.

Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives and to the “good life”, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.

I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.

I was not proud of what I had learned, but I never doubted that it was worth knowing.

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.

Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.

I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.

So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?

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!

A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.