"I love him and all his instincts you find so dirty. We became more aware of Charlie, who was never aware of us, and each tree, each branch and each leaf. The reason I love Charlie is he lets me be myself. A pair of hands, a feeling, the silent shadows of a lonely quiet ocean rolls, the sun on my tears and a smile only he can see."
— Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme, 1979