I wonder who I left behind on the other side of fame.

The final story, the final chapter of Western man, I believe, lies in Los Angeles.

A protest song is a song that's so specific that you cannot mistake it for bullshit.

The fortunes of the entire world may well ride on the ability of young Americans to face the responsibilities of an old America gone mad.

Step outside the guidelines of the official umpires and make your own rules and your own reality.

I can spare a dime, brother, but in these morally inflationary times, a dime goes a lot farther if it's demanding work rather than adding to the indignity of relief.

I wonder who I left behind on the other side of fame.