Doesn't anything socialistic make you want to throw up? Like great public schools, or health insurance for all?

True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.

There is a tragic flaw in our precious constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.

He didn't look like a soldier at all. He looked like a filthy flamingo.

Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.

Perhaps I am the turtle, able to live simply anywhere, even underwater for short periods, with my home on my back.

About astrology and palmistry: they are good because they make people vivid and full of possibilities. They are communism at its best. Everybody has a birthday and almost everybody has a palm.

We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

One does not become strong lifting feathers.

We need to be on a war footing. We need to understand that our nation is in grave danger.

There was a time in America not long ago when rock 'n' roll was called race music, and white kids who wanted to go see Chuck Berry were completely forbidden.

If the Democratic policies had been pursued over the last two or three years... we would not have had the kind of job growth we've had.

I am Catholic. But I am opposed to a monopoly when it comes to faith.

The raw materials of reality without the glue of time are materials adrift and reality is as meaningless as the balsa parts of a model airplane scattered to the wind.

Hope' wins over 'Experience' every time.

One keeps searching for ease, she did not say, and not finding it, till the memories of no-pain seem only like daydreams.

Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death?

The moment we become uncomfortable is the time we should confess.