Success, they taught me, is built on the foundation of courage, hard-work and individual responsibility. Despite what some would have us believe, success is not built on resentment and fears.

My dad was a golden gloves boxer in the Marine Corps, then a deputy sheriff. My mom worked as an office assistant.

My parents taught me to never give up and to always believe that my future could be whatever I dreamt it to be.

Success is the American Dream. And that success is not something to be ashamed of, or to demonize.

I've known where my heritage is from all along.

Growing up I never imagined a little girl from a border town could one day become a governor. But this is America. In America algo es possible.

Despite what some would have us believe, success is not built on resentment and fear.

At 18, I guarded the parking lot at the Catholic Church bingos. Now my dad made sure I could take care of myself. I carried a Smith and Wesson 357 Magnum .

New Mexico is an environment where we are open for business.

I fear some of our leaders today have lost the courage to stand up. What we have now are politicians. They won't offer real plans, and only stand up when they want to blame someone else.

I don't want to be a politician. I want to be a leader.

History is the great propagator of doubt.

Divide et impera must be the motto of every nation that either hates or fears us.

What do you tell a man with two black eyes? Nothing, he's already been told twice.

The other day I got invited to a party, but I stayed home instead. Just me and my pal Johnny Walker and his brothers Black and Red.

If you look at the top ten most reliable cars, as reported by thousands of people in all kinds of independent testing, there's only one American car in the top ten. It's the Buick.

It is not an individual act, architecture. You have to consider your client. Only out of that can you produce great architecture. You cannot work in the abstract

You are the vanguard of knowledge and consciousness; a new wave in a vast ocean of possibilities.

What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too.

My sincerity is my credentials.

I have basset hounds. I have four now, I've had more in the past, and I relate to them because physically we're similar, in that they have very short legs and kind of long torsos, and I do as well.