The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs..

The Raiders of old were vicious and crazy and cruel. Hanging around their locker room was like hanging around the weight room at Folsom Prison..

This is the way life goes in Big Sur. Waiting for the mail, watching the sea-lions in the surf or the freighters on the horizon, sitting in the tubs ….

"Drugs" are not necessarily narcotics. The narcotic is one type of drug and coffee is a drug... booze is a drug... many drugs.... They're all around ….

I wanted to take off all my clothes and never wear them again..

Sane is rich and powerful. Insane is wrong and poor and weak. The rich are free, the poor are put in cages. Res Ipsa Loquitur, amen. Mahalo..

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body..

Which is not really a hell of a lot to ask, Lord, because the final incredible truth is that I am not guilty. All I did was take your gibberish serio….

Luck is a very thin wire between survival and disaster, and not many people can keep their balance on it..

Too weird to live, and too rare to die..

I am more than just a serious basketball fan. I am a life-long addict. I was addicted from birth, in fact, because I was born in Kentucky and I learn….

Nixon was a crook, of course, but he was also a rabid football fan - and he knew the game, which still astounds me, but I have always had a soft spot….

Some people will tell you that slow is good - but I'm here to tell you that fast is better. I've always believed this, in spite of the trouble it's c….

It never got weird enough for me..

I have learned, in my life and work as a sportswriter, that big-time Sports and big-time Politics are not so far apart in America. They are both a me….

Never fire a warning shot. It is a waste of ammunition..

Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism..

Any combination of a 250-pound Mexican and LSD-25 is a potentially terminal menace for anything it can reach.

[Richard M. Nixon was] a foul caricature of himself, a man with no soul, no inner convictions, with the integrity of a hyena and the style of a poiso….

Ah, that we lack the courage of our romantic convictions; and thereby miss the wine of life, forgoing the very thing that makes living worthwhile..

On my tombstone they will carve, "IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME..