He who- what was it?- walks out of step, hears another drum.

There’s something about taking a plow and breaking new ground. It gives you energy.

The best of all possible cages.′ Ben stepped back to regard the job with a sad smile. ‘What more can one ask?

I don’t think you fully understand the public, my friend; in this country, when something is out of order, then the quickest way to get it fixed is the best way.

I’ve heard that theory of the Therapeutic Community enough times to repeat it forwards and backwards – how a guy has to learn to get along in a group before he’ll be able to function in a normal society; how the group can help the guy by showing him where he’s out of place; how society is what decides who’s sane and who isn’t, so you got to measure up.

The Haight is just a place; the ’60s was a spirit.

He knows that there’s no better way in the world to aggravate somebody who’s trying to make it hard for you than by acting like you’re not bothered.

Truth doesn’t run on time like a commuter train.

I sometimes have these spells of compulsive truth. But as Lady Macbeth would say, “The fit is momentary.”

What makes people so impatient is what I can’t figure; all the guy had to do was wait.