Quote #50
Thou shalt not blow pot-smoke into the face of my pet. Say's whom who want's to get high.
More from William S. Burroughs
- Thou shalt not be such a shit, you don't know you are one.
- Thou shalt not drop an atom bomb or even shit one out in the first place - I'm talking to you, Robert Oppenheimer.
- There's something wrong with that boy. He frowns for no good reason.
- 'Treatment is symptomatic' - which means in the trade there is none.
- There is no line between the 'real world' and 'world of myth and symbol.' Objects, sensations, hit with the impact of hallucination.
- When I become death, death is the seed from which I grow.
- There couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. They'd be dead in two weeks.
- Word is a virus.