It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.

The Raiders of old were vicious and crazy and cruel. Hanging around their locker room was like hanging around the weight room at Folsom Prison.

You almost have to be a rock star to generate the kind of fever you need to survive in American politics.

You can't hoard fun. It has no shelf life.

Every man is the sum total of his reactions to experience. As your experiences differ and multiply, you become a different man, and hence your perspective changes. This goes on and on. Every reaction is a learning process; every significant experience alters your perspective.

I measure my life in pages. If I have pages at dawn, it's been a good night.

All we have to do is get out and vote, while it's still legal, and we will wash those crooked warmongers out of the White House.