Human beings are the only creatures on earth that claim a God and the only thing that behaves like it hasn't got one.

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

I was 22 when JFK was murdered, and I will never recover from it... Never.

In the meantime, I would drink, rest, and ponder the meaning of this mob.

Good news is rare these days, and every glittering ounce of it should be cherished and hoarded and worshipped and fondled like a priceless diamond.

It was a maddening image and the only way to whip it was to hang on until dusk and banish the ghosts with rum.

Yes sir, I am a tortured man for all seasons, as they say, and I have powerful friends in high places. Birds sing where I walk, and children smile when they see me coming.