“We have bigger things to brood on and enormous reasons for wallowing in terminal craziness until we finally hit bottom.”

“Who knows? If there is in fact, a heaven and a hell, all we know for sure is that hell will be a viciously overcrowded version of Phoenix — a clean well lighted place full of sunshine and bromides and fast cars where almost everybody seems vaguely happy, except those who know in their hearts what is missing... And being driven slowly and quietly into the kind of terminal craziness that comes with finally understanding that the one thing you want is not there. Missing. Back-ordered. No tengo. Vaya con dios. Grow up! Small is better. Take what you can get...”

“Hit him again, Jack! He's crazy!”

“We cannot expect people to have respect for law and order until we teach respect to those we have entrusted to enforce those laws.”

“Any combination of a 250-pound Mexican and LSD-25 is a potentially terminal menace for anything it can reach”

“If you're going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you're going to be locked up.”

“We would be attending the conference under false pretenses and dealing, from the start, with a crowd that was convened for the stated purpose of putting people like us in jail. We were the Menace - not in disguise, but stone-obvious drug abusers, with a flagrantly cranked-up act that we intended to push all the way to the limit...not to prove any final, sociological point, and not event as a conscious mockery: It was mainly a matter of life-style, a sense of obligation and even duty. If the Pigs were gathering in Vegas for a top-level Drug Conference, we felt the drug culture should be represented.”