Playing around in my studio by myself, discovering the possibility of new ideas.

Unmade bed surrounded by books, writing utensils, and the dog; a plate of demolished toast with butter on my chest; loved ones puttering not too close but not too far.

Reading. And, in particular, reading on the deck of the cabin while my children play in the river below.

A long summer’s evening on the front porch with my wife, Judith, watching the hawks circling overhead and the sun disappearing through the trees.

More than anything else, I had to combat the barriers, and we tore down those barriers. I just had to set a sail against the wind, those strong winds, to end segregation and racial discrimination, but somehow, in some way, I didn’t let those barriers keep me down.

There are many battles. There’s so much that needs to be done. We need to protect the environment. Save this little planet. Not just this little piece of real estate we call America, but save the planet.

I don't want to die. I don't think I'm going to die…but we all have to die. Since I do, I hope I live on in the hearts and minds of people.

When I was growing up I wanted to be a minister. I wanted to preach.

As a participant in the movement, as I was sitting in, I came to that point where I lost all sense of fear.

Jim Lawson. Jim Lawson was an unbelievable human being. Born in Ohio. He was a pacifist. He studied Gandhi. He was part of the Methodist Student Movement. He lived in India. He became an organizer for FOR, the Fellowship of Reconciliation.