I'm beginning to understand myself. But it would have been great to be able to understand myself when I was 20 rather than when I was 82.
The real 1960s began on the afternoon of November 22 1963. It came to seem that Kennedy's murder opened some malign trap door in American culture and the wild bats flapped out.
Everywhere you hang your hat is home. Home is the bright cave under the hat.
There is no reason to repeat bad history.
There were various turning points, but the main one at the beginning was...
Look into the heavens and say, “It’s my turn to make history.
