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.

And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?

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

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

You meet saints everywhere. They can be anywhere. They are people behaving decently in an indecent society.

George Bush and his gang imagine they are being political geniuses.

George W. Bush has gathered around him upper-crust C-students who know no history or geography.