It is dressed into speeches about patriotism, love of country...but the profits...skyrocket.

If only more of today's military personnel would realize that they are being used by the owning elite's as a publicly subsidized capitalist goon squad.

There are only two things we should fight for. One is the defense of our homes and the other is the Bill of Rights.

War is just a racket... I believe in adequate defense at the coastline and nothing else.

We must take the profit out of war.

War like any other racket, pays high dividends to the very few. The cost of operations is always transferred to the people who do not profit.

I helped make Mexico, especially Tampico, safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in.

Only those who would be called upon to risk their lives for their country should have the privilege of voting to determine whether the nation should go to war.

Why don't those damn oil companies fly their own flags on their personal property-maybe a flag with a gas pump on it.

I spent thirty-three years in the Marines, most of my time being a hlgh class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer for capitalism.

War is a racket. It is the only one international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives.

Wizard is as wizard does.

I have been both a ghost and haunted in the city I love.

Because you´re not a one night girl Irish.' Leaning in to place a kiss on my jawline he whispers, 'You're my forever girl.

You've got food stuck in your teeth," Vee told Marcie. "In the crack between your two front teeth. Looks like chocolate Ex-Lax.

Everybody uses pop culture as a shorthand. You might make an obscure reference to Monty Python or Iron Eagle that only some people will get, but if they do it conveys a world of meaning.

Not alone is the child born through the mother, but the mother also is born through the child.

I was running from God, but I didn't know I was running from God. I didn't know that.

Cindy and I are adoptive parents. We know what a treasure and joy it is to have an adopted child in our lives.

I yearned to get better; I told myself I was getting better. In fact, the depression was still there, like a powerful undertow. Sometimes it grabbed me, yanked me under; other times, I swam free.

You know it's time to do the laundry when you dry off with a sneaker.