The Sixties were an era of extreme reality. I miss the smell of tear gas. I miss the fear of getting beaten.

We cannot expect people to have respect for law and order until we teach respect to those we have entrusted to enforce those laws.

It's hard to say what I meant by "as we know it." I'm not about to go up on a mountain on new year's eve and wait for the lightening to strike.

Paranoia is just another mask for ignorance. The truth, when you finally chase it down is almost always far worse than your darkest visions and fears

My first feeling was a wild desire to drive a stake in the sand and claim the place for myself. The beach was white as salt, and cut off from the world by a ring of steep hills that faced the sea. We were on the edge of a large bay and the water was that clear, turquoise color that you get with a white sand bottom. I had never seen such a place. I wanted to take off all my clothes and never wear them again.

My blood is too thick for California: I have never been able to properly explain myself in this climate.

My greatest talent is in my ability to choose good friends. It's about as important as things get.