The McGovern/McCarthy type candidacies have disappointed too many people, because of a disillusionment with the candidates themselves.

The scene I had just witnessed (a couple making love in the ocean) brought back a lot of memories – not of things I had done but of things I had failed to do, wasted hours and frustrated moments and opportunities forever lost because time had eaten so much of my life and I would never get it back. I envied Yeoman and felt sorry for myself at the same time, because I had seen him in a moment that made all my happiness seem dull.

Sane is rich and powerful. Insane is wrong and poor and weak. The rich are free, the poor are put in cages. Res Ipsa Loquitur, amen. Mahalo.

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

Journalism, to me, is just another drug - a free ride to scenes I'd probably miss if I stayed straight.

I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger: A man on the move, and just sick enough to be totally confident.

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