Rosiness is not a worse windowpane than gloomy gray when viewing the world.

You know the mind is an astonishing, long-living, erotic thing.

The only recognizable feature of hope is action.

There isn't a story written that isn't about blood and money. People and their relationship to each other is the blood, the family. And how they live, the money of it.

My mother went to demonstrations. I remember her going to a big demonstration for Earl Brower and she came home crying and said the Communists were very mean and booed their people. I remember feeling sad at her feeling sad.

If I miss anything, it's being able to hang out in the city of New York meeting people and talking to them on the corner.

I loved the comradeship of the sixties and the seventies, and I still maintain friendships with the people I worked with then - the ones that are still alive. That's one of the great gifts of our political movements, great friendships . . . and also a few enmities.