“So many FREAKS and not enough CIRCUSES!”

“If poetry is a circus, then the Big Tent we're under has to have room for a lot of different freak shows.”

“So many secrets," he said. "The Dallas Aristocracy and their freaking secrets.”

“If you can't get your freak on to make little Keepers, then how are there so many of you?”

“Hallucinations are bad enough. But after awhile you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing. But nobody can handle that other trip-the possibility that any freak with $1.98 can walk into the Circus-Circus and suddenly appear in the sky over downtown Las Vegas twelve times the size of God, howling anything that comes into his head. No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs.”

“I lurve you, circus freak," Cabel says. It almost hurts to hear him say that.I lurve you, too, you big lumpy monster man," Janie says.That hurts even more to say.”