The towers are gone now, reduced to bloody rubble, along with all hopes for Peace in Our Time, in the United States or any other country. Make no mistake about it: We are At War now & with somebody & and we will stay At War with that mysterious Enemy for the rest of our lives.

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

A word to the wise is infuriating.

I think it might be better to have the President sort of like the King of England - or the Queen - and have the real business of the presidency conducted by ... a city manager-type, a Prime Minister, somebody who's directly answerable to Congress, rather than a person who moves all his friends into the White House and does whatever he wants for four years.

We cannot expect people to have respect for law and order until we teach respect to those we have entrusted to enforce those laws.

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.

I hate pain, despite my ability to tolerate it beyond all known parameters, which is not necessarily a good thing.