It Is Bad To Suppress Laughter. It

All That Five Thousand Kids Lived In Those Five Thousand Houses, Owned By Guys That Got Off The Train. The Houses Looked So Much Alike That, Time And Time Again, The Kids Went Home By Mistake To Different Houses And Different Families. Nobody Ever Noticed.

To Be Just Without Being Mad (and The Madder You Get The Madder You Get), To Be Peaceful Without Being Stupid, To Be Interested Without Being Compulsive, To Be Happy Without Being Hysterical... Smoke Grass.

You Seem To Forget, Miss Flinn, That This Is An Institution For The Insane.

Allen Ginsberg Is A Tremendous Warrior As Time Goes By. He's A Warrior First And A Poet Second.

Always Stay In Your Own Movie.