The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.

America... just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.

I have never believed much in luck, and my sense of humor has tended to walk on the dark side.

Timothy Leary and I kept the same hours. He believed, as I do, that “After midnight, all things are possible.

Those of us that had been up all night were in no mood for coffee and donuts, we wanted strong drink. We were, after all, the cream of the national sporting press.

I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger: A man on the move, and just sick enough to be totally confident.

It gave me a strange feeling, and the rest of that night I didn’t say much, but merely sat there and drank, trying to decide if I was getting older and wiser, or just plain old.