It is not necessary to accept the choices handed down to you by life as you know it.

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

Journalism is "a low trade and a habit worse than heroin, a strange seedy world of misfits and drunkards and failures.

We have bigger things to brood on and enormous reasons for wallowing in terminal craziness until we finally hit bottom.

Hit him again, Jack! He's crazy!

Words are such a poor medium when you really want someone to feel something.

We must have football. What would this country be without football in October?