If I just stuck to pot I might have found out what a drag being an aging hipster actually was.
Life is a four-letter word.
Miami Beach is where neon goes to die.
Anyone who has two shirts when someone has none is not a christian.
Communism is just one big telephone company.
What is truth today may be a damn lie next week.
I would become a priest or a rabbi or a monk or whatever the hell was necessary to perform miracles such as taking money from someone else’s pocket and putting it into mine, still remaining within the confines of the law.
I credit the motion picture industry as the strongest environmental factor in molding the children of my day.
You put a guy on a desert island, he’ll do it to mud, a chicken, a barrel, anything, a knothole.
I’ve been accused of bad taste, and I’ll go down to my grave accused of it and always by the same people, the ones who eat in restaurants that reserve the right to refuse service to anyone.
Once you sleep on feathers you can’t go back to sleeping on the floor.
TV is just advertising for your live gig, so I’m playing whichever show is gonna get me the biggest crowd.
I’ve talked to biblical cats, and Neanderthals who been here since day one. No one here has even seen the Big Boss. Ever.
You can’t just run out and start the car until some cat invents a car.
You got to pay your dues to get the joke. Besides, laughter is cheap and very portable. If there’s a pogrom, or they’re blaming you for the plague, nothing is easier to pack than a sense of humor.
I’m sure that half the buzz from smoking grass was the fact that it was so illegal.
When earth gets good and crowded, like 15th century England, then some new Pilgrims are gonna rocket their Mayflowers to a new solar system.
You got a million drug laws now because the bosses figured there was more money in putting people in jail than taxing something anyone can grow on a window sill.
I tried the religion scam in Miami, so I know how hard that gig is. But, if you can get it to work, starting your own religion is a license to print money.
When homosexuals were repressed, you got Tennessee Williams. Today’s tolerance got you Hilton Perez.