We are turning into a nation of whimpering slaves to Fear—fear of war, fear of poverty, fear of random terrorism, fear of getting down-sized or fired because of the plunging economy, fear of getting evicted for bad debts or suddenly getting locked up in a military detention camp on vague charges of being a Terrorist sympathizer.

Going to trial with a lawyer who considers your whole life-style a Crime in Progress is not a happy prospect.

Not everybody is comfortable with the idea that politics is a guilty addiction. But it is.

Whatever he might have denied me was unimportant; it was the fact that he could deny me anything at all, even what I didn't want

Nixon represents that dark, venal and incurably violent side of the American character almost every other country in the world has learned to fear and despise.

It drops us into a vigorous current, a constant state of misguided control. The doomed generation takes a final step forward, ignoring all the signs that state the obvious, and leaps into a trip no drug known to man could ever encompass.

Cover a war in a place where you can't drink beer or talk to a woman? Hell no!