Quotes About Sixties

In the Sixties people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird, people take Prozac to make it normal.

We were all on this ship in the sixties, our generation, a ship going to discover the New World. And the Beatles were in the crow's nest of that ship.

You can't write about an iconic Hollywood star of the sixties without bumping up against Elizabeth Taylor.

Ziggy was a requiem: Bowie came to bury the sixties, not praise them. He hit the road and toured like a madman, spreading the glitter gospel in a rock scene full of interchangeable flannel-and-denim sincerity pimps.

There was a time, back in the sixties, when commenting-out code might have been useful. But we've had good source code control systems for a very long time now. Those systems will remember the code for us. We don't have to comment it out any more. Just delete the code. We won't lose it. Promise.

Androgynous fashion, long hair, the Pill, a new interest in the inner psychological life - an unabashed sloppiness, if you will - really marks the sixties. It was when Britain went girlie. And what do girls do? Girls shop.

The great background question about the Labour governments of the sixties is whether with a stronger leader they could have gripped the country's big problems and dealt with them. How did it happen that a cabinet of such brilliant, such clever and self-confident people achieved so little? In part, it was the effect of the whirling court politics demonstrated by 'In Place of Strife'.

Androgynous fashion, long hair, the Pill, a new interest in the inner psychological life – an unabashed soppiness, if you will – really marks the sixties. It was when Britain went girlie. And what do girls do? Girls shop.

For me, the lame part of the Sixties was the political part, the social part. The real part was the spiritual part.

One of Lorne's pet theories had always been that Saturday Night was not so much in the business of television as it was in the business of rock and roll. The audience, the sensibility, was the same, he said, the show had simply picked up where rock in the sixties left off.

Many people I know in Los Angeles believe that the Sixties ended abruptly on August 9, 1969, ended at the exact moment when word of the murders on Cielo Drive traveled like brushfire through the community, and in a sense this is true. The tension broke that day. The paranoia was fulfilled.

The old guy on the karaoke microphone was belting out the Sixties classic 'King of the Road'. 'Trailers for sale or rent, Rooms to let . . . fifty cents . . . I'm a man of means by no means . . . King of the road . . .

Since I was a kid, I've had an absolute obsession with particular kinds of American music. Mississippi Delta blues of the Thirties, Chicago blues of the Fifties, West Coast music of the mid-Sixties - but I'd never really touched on dark Americana.

The worst thing the nineteen sixties did to this country was introduce drugs to rednecks

Adama was loyal—not to me, mind you. He was a believer, but it wasn't me he believed in. He believed in something that was part of the very air we breathed in the late sixties, and he was loyal to that something. It wouldn't be easy to explain what that something was. Whatever it was, though, it made us free. It saved us from being bound to a single set of values.

Haylin was given a good talking-to by the headmaster and made to write a paper about workers' rights, which he considered a privilege rather than a punishment. He was obligated to write ten pages, and handed in a tome of nearly fifty pages instead, duly footnoted, quoting from Thomas Paine and FDR. He couldn't wait for the next decade. Everything would change in the sixties, he told Franny. And, if they were lucky, they would then be free.

The eighties weren't just about androgyny, and in a sense they embraced polymorphous perversity in a way it had never been embraced before, an exploration of self that hadn't been as intense since the sixties. This was a new type of bohemianism, one empowered by a certainty and an optimism that was only fleeting back in the so-called Swinging Sixties.

We understand our audience. We write to the things that concern our audience. At one point, it was civil rights. You know, during the '50s and '60s, we were at the forefront.

And feigned innocence, the vise that keeps women "girls" well into their sixties.

The Sixties were different in an isolated place. We got two television channels if the wind was blowing in the right direction. The radio stations went off at sundown. Then you picked up Chicago and heard the teenage music you really yearned for.

I'm in my sixties; it's late to become enlightened. I hereby vow to be relentlessly happy, ridiculously daring, outrageously open-minded and passionately optimistic.

Ginsberg, Burroughs, and Kerouac were all on the side of the savage. That their penny-ante gnosticism was not only perpetuated but mythologized and spread abroad as a gospel of emancipation is something for which we have the Sixties to thank -- or to blame.

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They're all between sixteen and twenty, so they'd be born in the late sixties.