I shall revenge myself in the cruelest way you can imagine. I shall forget it.

On all levels American society is rigged. I am troubled by the cynical immorality of my country. It cannot survive on this basis.

The new American finds his challenge and his love in the traffic-choked streets, skies nested in smog, choking with the acids of industry, the screech of rubber and houses leashed in against one another while the town lets wither a time and die.

Show me the man who isn't interested in discussing himself.

I have no choice of living or dying, you see, sir--but I do have a choice of how I do it. If I tell them not to fight, they will be sorry, but they will fight. If I tell them to fight, they will be glad, and I who am not a very brave man will have made them a little braver.

We know what we got, and we don't care whether you know it or not.

One man was so mad at me that he ended his letter, "Beware. You will never get out of this world alive."