But I tried, didn’t I? Goddamnit, at least I did that.
The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery.
But I remember one thing: it wasn’t me that started acting deaf; it was people that first started acting like I was too dumb to hear or see or say anything at all.
See with your ears and hear with your eyes.
There’s shames a man can never reason away, though he looks back and piles up reasons over them forty dozen deep. And maybe those are the shames a man never should reason away.
Truth doesn’t run on time like a commuter train.
The Grateful Dead are faster than light drive.
Listen, wait, and be patient. Every shaman knows you have to deal with the fire that’s in your audience’s eye.
The ’60s aren’t over; they won’t be over until the Fat Lady gets high.
The Haight is just a place; the ’60s was a spirit.
You don’t plow under the corn because the seed was planted with a neighbor’s shovel.
There’s no disgrace in failing, lad, Though friends and foes deride; In fact, a failure’s not so bad As never having tried.
Now, you’re either on the bus or you’re off the bus.
Things you think you’re saying for the first time ever, have been said better before by Shakespeare, though they may need saying again.
Alongside the statement about one man’s poison being another man’s high, one might as well add that one man’s saint can be another man’s sore and one man’s hero can turn out to be that man’s biggest hangup.
There are going to be times when we can’t wait for somebody. Now, you’re either on the bus or off the bus.
The job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.
Tricker the Squirrel is the best piece I ever wrote. It’s intricate.
We think we’re in the present, but we aren’t. The present we know is only a movie of the past.
What can you pay for the way a man lives? What can you pay for what a man is?