No worse fate can befall a man than to be surrounded by traitor souls.

To his secretary after a visit from Kurt Cobain, "There's something wrong with that boy. He frowns for no reason."

The Pusher always gets it all back.

The way to kill a man or a nation is to cut off his dreams, the way the whites are taking care of the Indians: killing their dreams, their magic, their familiar spirits.

Sometimes paranoia's just having all the facts.

I am getting so far out one day I won't come back at all.