My father was a physicist and also an activist. My first public protest was with my dad at Stanford. I came by all that honestly.

I'd hear a tune in my head and the words would come. And then, very suddenly it just stopped. It seemed too stilted to try and learn how to write a song, to go to round robins and to learn things from other people on how to write a song. So I just stopped and did other things.

Sometimes I get lonesome for a storm. A fullblown storm where everything changes.

We need to have faith in the people who are giving this movement direction to be smart enough to stay one step ahead of what's coming up next.

People say I'm such a pessimist, but I always was. It never stopped me from doing what I had to do. I would say I'm a realist.

Peace might sell, but who's buying?

That's all nonviolence is - organized love.