The Ultimate Sin Of Any Performer Is

Sometimes I Think Nothing Is Simple But The Feeling Of Pain.

The Only Questions Worth Asking Today Are Whether Humans Are Going To Have Any Emotions Tomorrow, And What The Quality Of Life Will Be If The Answer Is No.

The First Mistake Of Art Is To Assume That It's Serious.

All The Proliferating Falsifications Of What I And Everyone I Know Experienced Once In What It Is Now So Convenient To Call The "fifties" Or "sixties," As If Life Was Really Measured Or Lived In Arbitrary Decades, When The History Books Are Sold Like Comix.

Basically No, I Mean I Think That It's Very Easy To Like I Say, Smoke A Joint Or Even To Wear A Chairman Mao Button, Or Do A Lot Of These Things With Out Knowing What's Behind It, And What It Really Means.