The 1960s: A Lot Of People Remember

The Sun Was Like A Huge 50-cent Piece That Someone Had Poured Kerosene On And Then Had Lit With A Match, And Said, "here, Hold This While I Go Get A Newspaper," And Put The Coin In My Hand, But Never Came Back.

I Drank Coffee And Read Old Books And Waited For The Year To End.

The Heart Is Something Else. Nobody Knows What's Going To Happen,' I Said

I'm In A Constant Process Of Thinking About Things.

I'll Think About Things For Thirty Or Forty Years Before I'll Write It.