I had a confused early hippie phase, which was like a cafeteria tray of sloppy, semi-Marxist thoughts, absorbed second-hand.

The 1960s was an era of big thoughts. And yet, amazingly, each of these thoughts could fit on a T-shirt.

Woodstock had a tremendous impact on American artistic life.

Excessive speed and quantity are, like chattiness and digression, besetting sins of cyber-assisted authorship.

I realised the bohemian life was not for me. I would look around at my friends, living like starving artists, and wonder, 'Where's the art?' They weren't doing anything. And there was so much interesting stuff to do, so much fun to be had... maybe I could even quit renting.

The poor are an especially important resource for innovation when they have the bravery and pluck to get out of the poor places in which they're living.