I Was Much Influenced By Jean-paul Sartre.

One Is Always Nearer By Not Keeping Still.

When I First Started Teaching At Berkeley In 1958, I Could Not Announce That I Was Gay To Anybody, Though Probably Quite A Few Of My Fellow Teachers Knew.

I Don't Think Of Sex As A Self-destructive Impulse.

Thus For Each Blunt-faced Ignorant One The Great Grey Rigid Uniform Combined Safety With Virtue Of The Sun. Thus Concepts Linked Like Chainmail In The Mind.

I Don't Know How To Sit Outside Myself And Test Against A Hypothetical Self Who Stayed Home.