By the time I was 10 or 11, I was completely demoralized. I thought, "I'm done. I'm never going to be a missionary," because my indiscretion column, whether it was little lies or stealing a Chunky bar, kept me from sainthood.

There's nothing cool about being self-destructive.

The people have the power to redeem the work of fools. Upon the meek the graces shower, it's decreed the people rule.

We were walking toward the fountain, the epicenter of activity, when an older couple stopped and openly observed us. Robert enjoyed being noticed, and he affectionately squeezed my hand. "oh, take their picture," said the woman to her bemused husband, "I think they're artists." "Oh, go on," he shrugged. "They're just kids.

My sunglasses are like my guitar.

I think some of that hopelessness of my generation got passed on to later generations - the sense of uselessness.

I think it's important for people to realize that we were all young, all naive, and also we had lived in a time that had magic.