Fiction is based on reality unless you're a fairytale artist.

No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt

I hate pain, despite my ability to tolerate it beyond all known parameters, which is not necessarily a good thing.

Nixon had the unique ability to make his enemies seem honorable, and we developed a keen sense of fraternity. Some of my best friends have hated Nixon all their lives. My mother hates Nixon, my son hates Nixon, I hate Nixon, and this hatred has brought us together.

I keep my mouth shut now. I've turned into a professional coward.

You took too much man, too much, too much.

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