We Think We’re In The Present, But

The Raw Materials Of Reality Without The Glue Of Time Are Materials Adrift And Reality Is As Meaningless As The Balsa Parts Of A Model Airplane Scattered To The Wind.

The Grateful Dead Are Our Religion. This Is A Religion That Doesn't Pay Homage To The God That All The Other Religions Pay Homage To.

They Did Type Me As A Horror Writer, But I Have Been Able To Do All Sorts Of Things Within That Framework.

Always Stay In Your Own Movie.

There's Shames A Man Can Never Reason Away, Though He Looks Back And Piles Up Reasons Over Them Forty Dozen Deep. And Maybe Those Are The Shames A Man Never Should Reason Away.