I probably had 150 meetings with Trent Lott. He has said exactly as many racist things to me as Bill Clinton has, which is to say zero.

Spontaneous combustion of grassroots politics is the future.

Anybody who thinks that getting a communication from a voter in your district is spam - that guy is pork. Roast pork unless he changes his point of view.

As Bob Dole found out, you can't keep a positive image while being your party's mouthpiece in Congress. That's why no legislative leader since James Madison has ever been elected president.

Democrats are not about to nominate anyone who backs the tax cut, and Americans are not going to elect anyone who favors a tax increase.

I didn't do what they said I did. I may have done enough so that I don't know if I can prove my innocence.

More and more, the Democrats are not merely inconsistent, wrong and/or misguided - they are the worst of all possible things you can be in Washington: irrelevant.

Take whatever position you want, but do take a position, because once you do, ample money awaits you on either side.

Washington is a mean town where human sacrifice has been raised to an art form.

The Darwinian adaptive trait of our time is the ability to figure out when we are being lied to on television.

Spin is overrated. It is strategy, not spin, that wins elections.

Employment bargains your life and time for a piece of currency

Love is a bright blue sky.You can live under it, but love couldn't hide.

What the feckin' hell is PMS, I'd like to ken?""Petty Male Shit, " she yelled.

This is a dying fleck of love, about a drunken man, and a broken woman, taking steps into the woods, trying to remember the days, when the moon was full.

If your songs connect with the fans and they pump their fists in the air and go "Yeah!!" that's when a song really works. That's the electric church of it. The glory hallelujah of it.

They who humble themselves before knowledge of any kind generally end up the wiser and as voices with something meaningful to say.

People are too apt to treat God as if he were a minor royalty.

Lie down among the pines for a while, then get to plain pure white love-work ... to help humanity and other mortals and the Lord.

And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

This is who I am Escapist Paradise Seeker Farewell, time to fly Out of sight Out of time Away from all lies