I'll tell you what I really think about politicians. The other night I watched some politicians on television talking about Vietnam. I wanted very much to burst through the screen with a flame thrower and burn their eyes out and their balls off and then inquire from them how they would assess the action from a political point of view.

There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.

How can the unknown merit reverence? In other words how can you revere that of which you are ignorant? At the same time, it would be ridiculous to propose that what we know merits reverence. What we know merits any one of a number of things, but it stands to reason reverence isn't one of them. In other words, apart from the known and the unknown, what else is there?

It's so easy for propaganda to work, and dissent to be mocked.

Occasionally it does hit me, the words on a page. And I still love doing that, as I have for the last 60 years.

It’s very difficult to feel contempt for others when you see yourself in the mirror.

I can't really articulate what I feel.