They don't hardly make 'em like him any more - but just to be on the safe side, he should be castrated anyway.

With the possible exception of things like box scores, race results, and stock market tabulations, there is no such thing as Objective Journalism. The phrase itself is a pompous contradiction in terms.

Hit him again, Jack! He's crazy!

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

A man who has blown all his options can't afford the luxury of changing his ways. He has to capitalize on whatever he has left, and he can't afford to admit - no matter how often he's reminded of it - that every day of his life takes him farther and farther down a blind alley.

Every reaction is a learning process; every significant experience alters your perspective. So it would seem foolish, would it not, to adjust our lives to the demands of a goal we see from a different angle everyday? How could we ever hope to accomplish anything anther than galloping neurosis?

Avoid being seized by the police. The cops are not your friends. Don't tell them anything.