I let her do some of my laundry and she slipped in a few meals in between, and next thing I remember, she was all moved in.

You measure peace with guns, progress in megatons. Who's left when the war is won?

I've also gotten to play in front of a million people in Central Park when there was a grass roots movement calling for nuclear disarmament - it was about 1982 - they called it Peace Sunday.

We may lose and we may win, but we will never be here again.

Talk about celestial bodies.

You would think with all the genius and the brilliance of these times, we might find a higher purpose and a better use of mind.

They sell us the President the same way they sell us our clothes and cars.