One thing I think is least realistic is that there were five people that made decisions in the fictional 'West Wing.' In real life, there are about five million people that weigh in.

I am endlessly fascinated that playing football is considered a training ground for leadership, but raising children isn't.

Clinton had absolutely zero honeymoon, none whatsoever.

I was supposed to be authoritative, but at the same time had to be likeable, a quality that is a bonus, not a requirement, for men in the same position.

Yes, Bill Clinton is a big flirt.

Women have to be the biggest champions in the world of other women's choices.

Exponential growth in access to the Internet, satellite television and radio, cell phones, and P.D.A.'s means that breaking news now reaches virtually every corner of the globe.

Trying to negotiate getting a couple of kids to watch the same TV show requires serious diplomacy.

Democrats single out glaring examples of tax preferences or spending priorities that favor the wealthy and Republicans cry 'class warfare!'

To compare Whitewater to Watergate is a travesty.

Having a sense of humor has served me more than it has hurt me - just in the sense that it has allowed me to keep my sanity.

Our shortcomings drive us, motivate us – to work harder or realize another purpose/talent.

The trust of the people in the leaders reflects the confidence of the leaders in the people.

Time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but boring stories of glory days.

I was a stuntman for over fifteen years.

The poem is at last between two persons instead of two pages. In all modesty, I confess that it may be the death of literature as we know it.

The earth has Fates all her own. The earth has purpose. And we can only partially know what that purpose is.

There's something grand and revolutionary still about [women] traveling alone. There are some parts of the world where you can't.

You are blinded and you serve the God of the Jews, who is not the God of love but the God of hatred. Why don't you listen to Christ Himself, who said to the Jews: "Ye are of your father the devil!"

The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border.

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.