My first feeling was a wild desire to drive a stake in the sand and claim the place for myself. The beach was white as salt, and cut off from the world by a ring of steep hills that faced the sea. We were on the edge of a large bay and the water was that clear, turquoise color that you get with a white sand bottom. I had never seen such a place. I wanted to take off all my clothes and never wear them again.

I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

On some nights, I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.

Those who fail to learn from the brutal stompings visited on them in the past are doomed to be brutally stomped in the future.

Any candidate who'd offered a real possibility of an alternative to Nixon - someone with a different concept of the presidency - could have challenged him and come very close to beating him.

We must ride this strange torpedo out until the end.

What the hell is the sense of trying to hold the Democratic party together, if it's really a party of expediency, something that's put together every four years?