The Grateful Dead Are Faster Than Light

But The Rest Are Even Scared To Open Up And Laugh. You Know, That's The First Thing That Got Me About This Place, That There Wasn't Anybody Laughing. I Haven't Heard A Real Laugh Since I Came Through That Door, Do You Know That? Man, When You Lose Your Laugh You Lose Your Footing.

Ritual Is Necessary For Us To Know Anything.

Then - As He Was Talking - A Set Of Tail-lights Going Past Lit Up Mcmurphy's Face, And The Windshield Reflected An Expression That Was Allowed Only Because He Figured It'd Be Too Dark For Anybody In The Car To See, Dreadfully Tired And Strained And Frantic, Like There Wasn't Enough Time Left For Something He Had To Do.

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

Mr. Bibbit, You Might Warn This Mr. Harding That I'm So Crazy I Admit To Voting For Eisenhower. Bibbit! You Tell Mr. Mcmurphy I'm So Crazy I Voted For Eisenhower Twice! And You Tell Mr. Harding Right Back — He Puts Both Hands On The Table And Leans Down, His Voice Getting Low — That I'm So Crazy I Plan To Vote For Eisenhower Again This November.