“The first duty of a revolutionist is to get away with it. The second duty is to eat breakfast. I ain’t going.”

Sacred cows make the tastiest hamburger.

Democracy is not something you believe in or a place to hang your hat, but it’s something you do. You participate. If you stop doing it, democracy crumbles.

Nostalgia is a form of depression both for a society and an individual.

It’s too late. We can’t win, they’ve gotten too powerful.

Revolution is not something fixed in ideology, nor is it something fashioned to a particular decade. It is a perpetual process embedded in the human spirit.

It’s going to be a combination Scopes trial, revolution in the streets, Woodstock Festival and People’s Park, all rolled into one.

Never impose your language on people you wish to reach.

Random political acts produce random political results. Why waste even a rock?

Smoking dope and hanging up Che’s picture is no more a commitment than drinking milk and collecting postage stamps.

Free speech means the right to shout ‘theatre’ in a crowded fire.

A revolution in consciousness is an empty high without a revolution in the distribution of power. We are not interested in the greening of Amerika except for the grass that will cover its grave.

The essence of successful revolution, be it for an individual, a community of individuals, or a nation, depends on accepting that challenge.

The ’60s are gone, dope will never be as cheap, sex never as free, and the rock and roll never as great.

I learned one thing; you never do anything for fame or money. You only do things ’cause they’re fun or good. If you can combine the two at the same time, you can make a contribution to the world and have a lot of happiness.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

Life-actors never rehearse and need no script. A life-actor uses whatever he has available, nothing more, nothing less.

If you want to eat well in England, eat three breakfasts.

I myself prefer my New Zealand eggs for breakfast.

If I had my choice I would kill every reporter in the world, but I am sure we would be getting reports from Hell before breakfast.

You may as well say, ‘That’s a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

Once a woman has forgiven her man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast.

It is a horrible fact that we can read in the daily paper, without interrupting our breakfast, numerical reckonings of death and destruction that ought to break our hearts or scare us out of our wits.

Cold pizza is a perfect breakfast, with lots of salt.

Our father the novelist; my husband the poet. He belongs to the ages – just don’t catch him at breakfast.