I had a soft-spot in my heart for Ronald Reagan, if only because he was a sportswriter in his youth.

The scene I had just witnessed (a couple making love in the ocean) brought back a lot of memories – not of things I had done but of things I had failed to do, wasted hours and frustrated moments and opportunities forever lost because time had eaten so much of my life and I would never get it back. I envied Yeoman and felt sorry for myself at the same time, because I had seen him in a moment that made all my happiness seem dull.

All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name. Remembered line from a long- forgotten poem

I just usually go with my own taste. If I like something, and it happens to be against the law, well, then I might have a problem.

The association of motorcycles with LSD is no accident of publicity. They are both a means to an end, to the place of definitions.

The most important thing a writer can have [is] the ability to live with the constant loneliness and a strong sense of revulsion for the banalities of everyday socializing.

I miss Nixon. Compared to these Nazis we have in the White House now, Richard Nixon was a flaming liberal.