There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.

Weird heroes and mould-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of 'the rat race' is not yet final.

You better take care of me Lord, if you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.

Just sick enough to be totally confident

The real power in America is held by a fast-emerging new Oligarchy of pimps and preachers who see no need for Democracy or fairness or even trees, except maybe the ones in their own yards, and they don't mind admitting it.

I don't think that my kind of journalism has ever been universally popular. It's lonely out here.

Anything worth doing is worth doing well.