You have to be a bastard to make it, and that's a fact. And the Beatles are the biggest bastards on earth.

Christianity will go. It will vanish and shrink. I needn't argue with that; I'm right and I will be proved right. We're more popular than Jesus now; I don't know which will go first - rock and roll or Christianity.

It was like being in the eye of a hurricane. You'd wake up in a concert and think, Wow, how did I get here?

Part of me suspects that I'm a loser, and the other part of me thinks I'm God Almighty.

We owe our World War II veterans - and all our veterans - a debt we can never fully repay.

Indeed; peace literature is almost exclusively read, though to good effect, by pacifists, while what is needed is the canvassing of those who have not so far been won to the cause.

I was born in the shadow of World War II, on December 18, 1939, on the South Shore of Long Island, a product of the early -wentieth-century emigration of Eastern European Jewry to New York City and its environs.

It's wonderful to be back. Back among the mountains that remind us of our vulnerability, our ultimate lack of control over the world we live in. Mountains that demand humility, and yield so much peace in return.