What a long strange trip it’s been.
I’m not Beethoven!
Hang me, oh, hang me, so I’ll be dead and gone. I wouldn’t mind hanging, boys, but you wait in jail so long.
You ain’t gonna learn what you don’t wanna know.
We’re like licorice. Not everybody likes licorice, but the people who like licorice really like licorice.
There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.
You need music, I don’t know why. It’s probably one of those Joe Campbell questions, why we need ritual. We need magic, and bliss, and power, myth, and celebration and religion in our lives, and music is a good way to encapsulate a lot of it.
It’s pretty clear now that what looked like it might have been some kind of counterculture is, in reality, just the plain old chaos of undifferentiated weirdness.
To get really high is to forget yourself. And to forget yourself is to see everything else. And to see everything else is to become an understanding molecule in evolution, a conscious tool of the universe.
America is still mostly xenophobic and racist. That’s the nature of America, I think.
If the thunder don’t get ya then the lightning will.
Somebody has to do something, and it’s just incredibly pathetic that it has to be us.
Done time in the lock-up, done time on the streets. Done time on the upswing, and time in defeat. I know what I’m askin’. I know it’s a lot. Just to say that I love you. Believe it or not.
We would all like to be able to live an uncluttered life, a simple life, a good life.
Nothing left to do but smile.
You don’t want to be the best at what you do, you want to be the only one.
Truth is something you stumble into when you think you’re going someplace else.
All I know is, if you listen to society, you’ll never get anywhere!
Constantly choosing the lesser of two evils is still choosing evil.
I equate Deadheads to people that like black licorice. There aren’t many people that like black licorice, but the ones that do, REALLY REALLY like it! Or buttermilk, or whatever.