I Think Age, If You Are Healthy,

There Are Many Roads To Mecca.

I Had A Stroke In 1985... I Called It A "stroke Of Luck." I Said, "life Is Like A Train Trip. You're Looking Out The Window And Everything Is Whipping Past And You're Not Really Seeing Anything, And You Need To Get Off The Train And Walk Around A Bit."

After World War All We Got Was A Lot Of Conformity, And Conservatism And When I Was In College At The University Of Illinois The Skirt Lengths Dropped Instead Of Going Up As They Had During The Roaring Twenties And I Knew That Was A Very Bad Sign, And It Is Symbolic And Reflective Of A Very Repressive Time, And Some Of That Was Laid The Feet Of The Cold War.

For Some People, There Is No Succession Plan. They Just Leave, And There's No Getting Over It.

The Whole 1950s Notion Was Find The Right Girl, Get Married, Move To The Suburbs And Then Hang Out With The Guys While She Stayed Home With The Babies. I Felt That Was Sort Of Sad.