When someone who's always been in your life is gone, it's a stunning adjustment of your own identity.

I think that you're smarter than we were, but we had two things: one is, in our naïveté we believed we could change the world. And number two, we believed that another world was possible. And once that belief took hold of some critical mass, a tiny minority nonetheless, but a critical mass of people, then the world did change.

Kill all the rich people. Break up their cars and apartments. Bring the revolution home, kill your parents, that's where it's really at.

Art and activism can be symbiotic. They don't have to be, of course; they can also be contradictory.

When someone who's always been in your life is gone, it's a stunning adjustment of your own identity.

I was terrible student at Michigan, terrible. Because there was too much else to do. I was learning form too many other sources to go to class.

In Cairo, these young men hanging around in the street, we're told these guys are lazy, they're uneducated, they don't care, they don't have any political instincts - just like the working class in America, apparently - and then suddenly what the hell happened? What was that? They changed the world by changing themselves. Now is that over? No. Is the civil rights movement over? No. These movements have not accomplished what they set out to accomplish.