The fundamentalists have taken the fun out of the mental.

You don't lead by pointing and telling people some place to go. You lead by going to that place and making a case.

You're making sense, old man, a sense of your own. You're not crazy the way they think. Yes...I see.

More was revealed in a human face than a human being can bear face to face.

Since we don't know where we're going, we have to stick together in case someone gets there.

The job of the writer is to kiss no ass, no matter how big and holy and white and tempting and powerful.

The Haight is just a place; the '60s was a spirit.