There is something fresh and crisp about the first hours of a Caribbean day, a happy anticipation that something is about to happen, maybe just up the street or around the next corner.

George McGovern, for all his mistakes... understands what a fantastic monument to all the best instincts of the human race this country might have been, if we could have kept it out of the hands of greedy little hustlers like Richard Nixon.

There is no fool like a careless gambler who starts taking victory for granted.

I am surprised and embarrassed to be a part of the first American generation to leave the country in far worse shape than it was when we first came into it.

Never mind the track. The track is for punks. We are Road People. We are Cafe Racers.

With the truth so dull and depressing, the only working alternative is wild bursts of madness and filigree.

Sex, drugs, and insanity have always worked for me, but I wouldn't recommend them for everyone.