I'm an old guy, and I was protesting during the Vietnam War. We killed fifty Asians for every loyal American. Every artist worth a damn in this country was terribly opposed to that war, finally, when it became evident what a fiasco and meaningless butchery it was.

Terry Kitchen asked me one time why, since I had so few gifts as a husband and father, I had gotten married. And I heard myself say: "That's the way the post-war movie goes.

Scum of the Earth as some may be in their daily lives, they can all be saints in emergencies.

The moral of the story is we're here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don't realize, or they don't care, is we're dancing animals. You know, we love to move around.

It was a thunderingly beautiful experience-voluptuous, sexual, dangerous, and expensive as hell.

What can any one person do?' he said. 'Each person does a little something,' I said, 'and there you are.

There is nothing left of him but curiosity and a pair of eyes.