There is a great deal of pressure, in the one particular area at least, to prostitute our ideas, if not our integrity.
A better man might have handled the situation with more grace than I did. A better man would have been able to separate his personal life from his career.
I kept trying to tell people that just because I was young didn't mean I could speak for all young people.
Most of all I was numb, but there were moments when the pain cut through like a shard of broken glass. I began to understand how despair led people to just cash it in; how suicide wasn't just an option but a rational option.
The first few days I felt trapped in a constant twilight of vertigo, like in the dream where you're suddenly falling... only I was constantly falling. In moments of fitful sleep I was aware of the dim possibility that I would wake up, truly wake up, and this would not have happened.
When seagull droppings landed on my head at a campaign event at Bowers Beach two days before Election Day, I chose to read it as a sign of a coming success.
I didn't argue that the war in Vietnam was immoral; it was merely stupid and a horrendous waste of time, money, and lives based on a flawed premise.
The fabric of our complex society is woven too tightly to permit any part of it to be damaged without damaging the whole.
I knew I had to be sure-footed about the issues I was talking about. When you're twenty-nine years old, who the hell is going to think you're credible? It wasn't enough to have ideas; I had to know my facts. I had to demonstrate command from the minute I started running. I understood that was the test I had to pass.
I had no place to go. It was up or out.
I wasn't built to look the other way because the law demanded it. The law might be wrong.
My favorite was this new program that I looked at, I wish I had seen it in 3D, and you sit there and you watch this science fiction thing unfold in front of you.
If we do everything right, if we do it with absolute certainty, theres still a 30 percent chance were going to get it wrong.
I mean, you got the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy. I mean, thats a storybook, man.
People ask if I can compete with the money of Hillary and Barack. I hope at the end of the day, they can compete with my ideas and my experience.