I was just 20 years old when I wrote Broken Arrow.

I grew up in Chicago, but I spent a lot of time down in Kentucky, and Kentucky was about 20 years behind the life that was in Chicago.

Human existence basically is - a never to be completed imperfect tense.

For the first time I heard shots fired in anger, heard bullets strike flesh or whistle through the air.

As I get older, I get smaller. I see other parts of the world I didn't see before. Other points of view. I see outside myself more.

I still remember "the mighty Cros" [David Crosby] visiting the ranch in his van. That van was a rolling laboratory that made Jack Casady's briefcase look like chicken feed. Forget I said that! Was my mike on?