I was at the 1976 Republican Convention in Kansas City. I was running ‘Nobody for President’ at the time. I printed up these press releases and handed them out to the crowd at the Kemper Arena. ‘Nobody keeps campaign promises.’ ‘Nobody lowers your taxes.’ ‘Nobody should have that much power.’ ‘Nobody is in Washington working for you.’
We live in an age of generational turmoil. Baby-boom parents are accused of clinging on to jobs and houses which they should be freeing up for their children. Twentysomethings who can’t afford to leave home and can’t get jobs are attacked as aimless and immature.
At Marshall Field in Chicago, I had them take a big bed into the menswear department, one with black sheets. I’d get in bed wearing a nightcap, and my fans would get in bed with me, one at a time, and I’d sign their memorabilia. And then I’d give them a free pint of Ben & Jerry’s.
I always say, dare to struggle, dare to grin.
Historians who write about families are usually feminists who think in terms of gender relations.
Europe itself is an embodiment of this diversity.
I tramped. When I was on the freight trains, I wasn’t looking for work. I was looking to go from place to place without paying any money.
But it then very soon became clear that the response of a war against terrorism, initially conceived of in a metaphorical sense, began to be taken increasingly seriously and came to entail waging a real war.
The world has become so complex that the idea of a power in which everything comes together and can be controlled in a centralized way is now erroneous.
We are all the same person trying to shake hands with our self.