I had to keep on acting deaf if i wanted to hear at all.

People think love is an emotion. Love is good sense.

But he won’t let the pain blot out the humor no more’n he’ll let the humor blot out the pain.

What we hoped was that we could stop the coming end of the world.

turns me on so loud it's like no sound, everybody yelling at me hands over their ears from behind a glass wall, faces working around in talk circles but no sound from the mouths. my sound soaks up all other sound.

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

I been silent so long now it’s gonna roar out of me like floodwaters and you think the guy telling this is ranting and raving my God; you think this is too horrible to have really happened, this is too awful to be the truth! But, please. It’s still hard for me to have a clear mind thinking on it. But it’s the truth even if it didn’t happen.